Tri Crazy

I think I'm ready to admit that I'm completely out of my mind. It's not like people haven't been telling me this for years, it's just that I've been in complete denial. But it hit me the other morning during my ride. There I was, only a week after running a marathon, my quads burning as I cranked away, pushing myself up one of the many hills that comprise the PCH, when it dawned on me that instead of doing this, I should be resting. A marathon is fairly tough on the human body, after all. Most people use the weeks immediately post-race to recover. Not me. Nope - I brilliantly signed up for a Half Ironman June 9, which means I don't have the luxury of recovery time. Instead, I have to immediately throw myself into swimming, biking, and brick training. I'm taking the old adage, "No rest for the wicked" to a completely new level, and my poor body isn't sure what to make of this abuse. My hunger has kicked into overdrive and I'm definitely more fatigued than usual. Despite all this, I love the training process. I love pushing myself and learning what I'm capable of. (I also love being able to eat anything and everything I want.) Besides, it will all be over in a few weeks. Afterwards, I can truly let myself rest. So, for now, all I can do is embrace my newfound craziness and see this through to the end.