Fri: bike: 1 hr (~17 miles) Sat: brick: 2 hr bike (~31 miles) + 22 min transition run Sun: brick: 30 min bike (~8 miles) + 1:15 transition run w/ intervals (20 min warmup, main set: :03 @ Z4, :03 @ Z2) x4, cool down Z2 until 1:15. About 7.2 miles.
I am really proud that I didn't miss a single workout at my parents' this weekend, including on Easter. I subbed a bike for a swim on Fri because I didn't have a pool, but 100% hit everything. It helped me through a tough weekend.
This was my beautiful running buddy for my t-run on Sat. and the run warmup on Sun:
(She's Puppy Derkins' sister.)
I'm so glad you were able to make it work. How are you doing with everything?
I am doing ok. I'm exhausted; yesterday I did my 2 hour brick, did Easter dinner, then got in the car and drove the 5 hrs home. Neither one of my parents wanted me to leave, but I felt like... it's Sunday night, things are not in crisis, I've been here since Thurs, and I really ought to be at work tomorrow. So I left, feeling a little bad about doing so.
I spent a lot of the weekend trying to help my parents speak the same language. You know how some people have different love languages? My parents have different food languages and when my mom is recovering from GI surgery, it is critical that we get them understanding each other if we want to be able to make things that she is willing to eat! She went w/o food for 11 days because of the blockage, and was tiny to begin with, so we are desperately trying to keep her over 100 lbs. I need to interpret for dad what she means when she says "I want something light" - i.e., dad, "light" to mom means you pick from this list. And mom, if dad's not getting it, use these words. It is tiring!
I am glad I went though, for both of them. My dad needed someone to vent to; my mom needed someone to do shopping for some basic starter clothes to dress around the colostomy, stuff like that. And they were super supportive of my long workouts, which was rare and nice to feel like they are involved in something that is such a big part of my life. My dad actually offered to make me a shake when I got home from my brick yesterday and I was all, "awww." Little things, right?
I am doing ok. I'm exhausted; yesterday I did my 2 hour brick, did Easter dinner, then got in the car and drove the 5 hrs home. Neither one of my parents wanted me to leave, but I felt like... it's Sunday night, things are not in crisis, I've been here since Thurs, and I really ought to be at work tomorrow. So I left, feeling a little bad about doing so.
I spent a lot of the weekend trying to help my parents speak the same language. You know how some people have different love languages? My parents have different food languages and when my mom is recovering from GI surgery, it is critical that we get them understanding each other if we want to be able to make things that she is willing to eat! She went w/o food for 11 days because of the blockage, and was tiny to begin with, so we are desperately trying to keep her over 100 lbs. I need to interpret for dad what she means when she says "I want something light" - i.e., dad, "light" to mom means you pick from this list. And mom, if dad's not getting it, use these words. It is tiring!
I am glad I went though, for both of them. My dad needed someone to vent to; my mom needed someone to do shopping for some basic starter clothes to dress around the colostomy, stuff like that. And they were super supportive of my long workouts, which was rare and nice to feel like they are involved in something that is such a big part of my life. My dad actually offered to make me a shake when I got home from my brick yesterday and I was all, "awww." Little things, right?