I realized yesterday why I was feeling so wiped out the last couple days. You know, I'm going to be 53 in a couple of weeks, and I REALLY BELIEVED I was done with this whole menopause thing. I did not have my monthly "visitor" since last July, and guess what happened yesterday? Yeah, what in the world is with THAT! You are officially "done" when you've gone 12 months. I went 11. HELP!! Well, I'm hoping it's just a fluke thing, and no more visits for the rest of the racing season. Of course, I have events planned Saturday and Sunday! YIKES!
I had a really good, long bike today, inspite of the cramps, etc. I rode almost four hours--65 miles. I wanted to do 70, but I ran out of fluid and forgot to bring money with me! (See, I really am getting old!)
Tomorrow will be challenging: an early 2:10 run, then a 2400 meter swim. I should be OK, provided I get my butt in bed at a decent time tonight!
This weekend, watching the Olympic swimming trials, I was really glad I wasn't 41 years old or younger. Do you believe Dara Torres? That woman is unbelievable, for any age. What an inspiration. I figure if she can train that hard and swim that fast, I should be able to complete my ironman. (There really is no logic to that--it just sounds good when I say it in my head).
Still have a lot to do, and it's getting late. Hope everyone had a good day!
Until next time--God bless.