How It Breaks Down

Before my training rundown, here's a question:

What is up with Britney Spears being a total hot mess? I have my own psychologically-oriented interpretations but, lordy, it's like a big nasty locomotive wreck. Yikes. However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think to myself, "Hmm, bald...now that would make for an easier IM day." 'Cause it all comes back to the IM...

So yesterday is now a figment of my imagination, with only some shake-rattle-and-roll in the knees this morning as evidence that it actually happened. Here's how it went down: While on the bike (inside, on the trainer), the knee pain started at about 2:30 in, and rather than throwing my hands up and moaning, "F-it all" in my all-or-nothing way, I calmed my mind, quietly got off the bike, stretched, and proceeded to do this every 20-30 minutes, as needed (and it was needed). I guess it worked, 'cause I made it through the five hours with only minor pain, but nothing that I couldn't work through.

The first 30 minutes of the run (treadmill) were perfect, almost too good. I eased into it, and felt stronger with every five minute increment. The last 30 however, were a bit tougher, and the knees began to really creak and ache with each step. I had moderate pain when I stopped, which more or less hung in there for the rest of the day. This morning, as mentioned, they are still a'creakin, but I am not freaking out, instead just acknowledging that I worked hard yesterday, and there is bound to be some soreness. So today, instead of cramming in my last swim of the week, I have opted to take the day off, move it to tomorrow, and enjoy the upcoming recovery week.

Is it weird to clap for yourself and scream "Yah!" when you get done with a hard workout when you're at a full gym in front of total strangers and they stare? Yeah, I didn't think so, but I pretended I was just cheering for the televised basketball game anyways.

Yeah, I'm that girl.