Big Cajun Week….I think I’m losing it.
I think this is Week 7….which means I missed posting a Week 6 recap. More urgently though, I think I had the triathlon-equivalent dream of showing up to high school in your underwear.
First let me start with some training thoughts. I love time crunched triathlete, and it has taught me I seriously need to work on my cycling in the off season. I am getting through the swimming and running like a champ, but after 2 hours of cycling, I come home covered in salt, sweat, who-knows-what-else, and totally beat. I have some ideas for the off season, but they are still a bit in the works…
This week was extra crazy from work and some social stuff, which was too bad because it should have been a huge training week. I went to the first general meeting for my krewe, The Krewe of Nyx. Bayou Creole did a lovely recap of it. I’m already looking forward to several more events this fall and the ball and parade in the winter. We also went to Scales and Ales, a fundraiser for the aquarium and had a blast.
Saturday it poured and I had a 75 minute run followed by a 60 minute swim scheduled. I mentally slogged through it on the treadmill, feeling guilty for being a baby about running on the treadmill before finding out the outdoor pool was closed because of the rain so I ended up having to wait until 10 to swim inside. I did the same workout as last Saturday but comparing the two, this Saturday was clearly better.
We had a lovely baby shower later that day at our house for a friend. And got photo bombed by a Long Neck.
It rained all day Saturday and although I caught a few rain free hours Sunday I was too beat to drag myself through 2:30 hours and just cycled for an hour.
Oooooh. My dream. I must have been subconsciously inspired by Chatter Gets Fit because I had a bad dream about Big Cajun. In my dream it was a tiny race with maybe 50 people and I showed up late. I forgot to pick up my registration packet and so just before the race started I was rushing my bike over to packet pickup. Eve was already in line for the swim and kept fussing at me to hurry up so I didn’t miss the start. Transition was a half mile from the start though and as I ran my bike there, my front tire just shredded. I started to bargain with myself to still do the swim and the run even if I couldn’t bike. Somehow along the way to transition though I ran into my sister Erin and her fiancée who convinced me to stick around and cheer folks on. I woke up before I ever made it to the start.
I’ve just decided to the the dream as a good omen.