Yeah, sure, whatever

I am not sure what I am still doing up. It’s 20 minutes before 1 am and I won’t let myself go to sleep. I have a headache, I am a little drunk, I feel like going for a run and I am tired. I also took a couple of Excedrin to battle a headache I have coming on, so the caffeine is battling it out with the Ambien I am sucking on. Let’s see which will win. Anyway, I had an excellent week of training up until today… Well now, I mean yesterday, it is past midnight. In summary here is what I did this past week: Monday - 4 mile run, 3000 Yard swim and 40 minutes Strength Train Tuesday – 7.4 mile run Wednesday – 40 minute Spin Class, 3000 yard swim Thursday – 5.5 mile run, 40 minutes strength training Friday – 24 mile bike, 3000 yard swim, 30 minute Core Strength training. Saturday – I bailed out of a run. I drove up to MA for a ski trip and when I arrived at the hotel, figured I’d go on the treadmill. However, the treadmill sucked. It was very narrow, the speed regulator didn’t work, it was in a claustrophobic unventilated room and my shin hurt. It would have been very unpleasant so I said fuck it. I don’t regret it other than my streak of 26 straight training days has now come to an end. Dammit. I would have gone outside, but there is really no place to run around here. Anyway, during the time between xmas and New Year’s, I generally get to take it easy from work, which includes several days off. It’s one of my favorite training times of the year, because I get to act like a fulltime triathlete. I wake up late, do my training, come home, eat and relax feeling all tired and satisfied. It is quite the lifestyle. I was born to it. Too bad you can’t make a living at it. How great would it be to have a job where all you did was train your body all day long? I guess that opportunity passed back when I was a teenager. How I would like to go back armed with the knowledge I now have. I’d be the greatest fucking triathlete there ever was. Well maybe not, desire can only take you so far. Naturally ability has to come into play, and apparently my genetics is playing tricks on me with a bum fucking shin. I think self surgery may be in order in the near future. I just want to cut the fucking nerve that is transmitting the pain up to my brain right out of my body. I’ll do it with a steak knife, I don’t care, I just want to get rid of this nagging pain. So anyway, tomorrow I’ll go skiing. I wonder if that counts at all towards training. I already know the treadmill at this hotel sucks, so if skiing doesn’t count as training, then tomorrow will be another off day. I am not going to run on snow banked encrusted roads with cars whizzing passed me at 60mph. I may be a touch crazy, but I am not stupid. I actually feel like going now, while the traffic is light. Nah, I’ll probably get run over by a drunken Patriot’s fan that was out celebrating his team’s undefeated season. OK, I am going to end this and force myself to go to sleep. I will make myself lie in bed with my eyes closed until sleep overcomes me. I’ll wake up several times, but at least I’ll be in bed. Maybe I will wake up feeling refreshed and relaxed. We will just have to see. Goodnight.