The Longest Week

OK so I am on day 7 (SEVEN) of no training. This has been the longest week of my life and I am glad the temporary break is almost over. I know breaks are important at times and since it's been ~4 years since I've taken a whole week off (since I gave birth to Moana) it was probably necessary though all it really did was confirm to me that I train a lot b/c I simply enjoy training. Swim/bike/run is my outlet and without it I can get a little grumpy (just a little). I think I did a decent job this week of not being a complete bitch though I did note my temper was shorter than normal. The fact that there are now workouts in my TP calendar for the rest of the week gives me a huge sense of relief. So is that addiction? I suppose it is. I'm okay with that though.

All I really learned this past week was that a) I can be the master at wasting time when I don't have enough urgent stuff to do, b) if I wasn't a triathlete I would be obese, c) I hate being hungry. I tried to do a little juicing "detox" experiment but turns out I would suck at being anorexic.

I would guess that my husband will also be glad when I'm back to training because it probably means I'll stop forcing home cleaning/organization projects on him on the weekends. Yesterday we spent much of the afternoon cleaning out a big storage closet we have on our patio. I have never cleaned that closet in the 8 years I've lived here yet we keep stuffing crap in there until no more crap would fit so then the crap just piled up on the perimeter of the patio which drove me NUTS. So I am not even exaggerating when I say I took *everything* out of that storage closet, swept it out, then carefully vetted the things allowed back in... This mandated help from Scott because he knew that left to my own devices I would have just thrown it ALL away (mostly his tools that I don't understand the use for). I know he was thinking that he wished I would just go ride my bike so he could sit on the couch and drink beer and watch soccer... but... now that closet is totally organized and we threw out tons of junk, gave some away to Good Will, and have some stuff to sell (anyone want a set of rollers?? or a bamboo room divider? I'll give it away cheap!). We also have a cleaner perimeter on the patio. So that feels good!

Funny story too- on Saturday we took Moana to the beach and she had a ball on her new surfboard. The waves were small where we went but they were steady and breaking white water that probably seemed big to a 3 year old. She was such a champ though and just took beating after beating in that water but jumped right back in every time. There's a short video (if you didn't see it already) on Facebook. It's awesome. Anyway, as we were leaving she said to me "I EARNED IT!" When I inquired about what she earned, she informed me that she had earned a trophy. I actually agreed, though I had no idea where I would find a trophy to give her. Call it serendipity or whatever, but wouldn't you know it... as I was cleaning out an old trunk from that storage closet yesterday, I found a trophy from my old high school days! So I dusted it off and presented it to Moana, who was THRILLED with it. So now she's the MVP of Hudson High School Swimming/Diving from 1992 and she is still beaming about it.