After spending last week recovering from the Silicon Valley Long Course Triathlon, I’m supposed to resume my training today. I’m suppose to start training for Ironman Lake Tahoe. Last night I eagerly packed my swim gear, bike shoes and cycling clothes. Last night I placed a couple GU Energy gels and water bottles in my gym bag. Last night I prepared my chocolate milk, my recovery drink.
When my alarm went off at 4:30 am today I woke up with my left leg feeling pretty bad. It’s been a little tight all weekend. But I’ve been spending some time on the foam roller and tennis ball. So I tried to ignore the discomfort as I got out of bed, put on my swimsuit, pulled my hair back and brushed my teeth. I even made it out the door with MLH. But as much as I wanted to I couldn’t ignore the pain anymore. After a brief, quiet exchange with MLH, we both decided it would be best for me to take it easy for one more day. I would also schedule an appointment with my PT. (Side note: I finally found an awesome PT/chiropractor!)
It should be no surprise that I am pretty bummed about this. I’m so looking forward to resuming my training. I can’t wait to start my two-a-days. I’m really excited to start this next chapter: becoming an Ironman. This change in my schedule takes away from this. But as I opened my front door to reenter, put down my gym and swim bags, and changed into non-workout clothes, I thought…one (more) day or even two (more) days off isn’t that bad and may even be a good idea (given that I took just one week to recover)…it’s better that this happen now when I’m about five months away from my A race…getting all worked-up over this (especially at 4:46 am on a Monday morning) is not going to help the situation at all…look at the pros who deal with injuries and continue to have amazing careers…don’t fight it, just go with it…this is part of the journey….