|My basement induces euphoria|
And I can't even manage to get all my laundry done and tuck myself into bed before 11 p.m.
I had a moment last week. Where I thought about the whole idea of "having it all" being a load of lies and crap. And panicking about how the hell I can take on any more than what I'm doing now.
However, there's no way to get over this other than going through it. I had a fabulous 16-mile run Sunday, followed by a one-mile swim Monday morning. Alyssa and I put a ride on the docket for the evening because the weather was awesome and we wanted to break in our new tri bikes.
Then this happened:
Go home, Illinois weather. You're drunk.
Instead, Alyssa toted her bike and trainer over to my basement, along with this DVD. It's a first-person view of a criterion race in Downers Grove. I've never done such race, or a video workout quite like this. It was vomitously intense, but also awesome. It gave Alyssa and I chance to chat (in between gasping and over the sound of my loud trainer) while trying to channel those summer miles where we sweat and whined about how hot it was.
Today I also did a double - 45 minuted on the bike in the morning, then six miles running at lunch. It's not perfect, but at least I'm getting to all the sports in a single week and running feel a bit easier.
In fact, I'm feeling awesome. My pace today was 8:34, and my pace this weekend for the long run was 8:41. I don't know what the secret sauce is, but somehow, a switch has flipped.
It feels amazing to be back. For however long this lasts.