One week until St. Anthony's!!

Actually, the title of my post is misleading. It's one week and three days until St. Anthony's. This race is special to me. It will be my first time stepping up to the Olympic distance race for me. I've also been training for it with Team in Training in honor of my god-mother, who unfortunately recently lost her battle with leukemia.

Starting to get a little nervous. I haven't done tri yet this year, so there's that, plus the longer distance. I've trained, so I'm confident that I can finish, baring any unforeseen incidents (which happen). Mostly it's just usual pre-race jitters.

Balancing out

I have to say, I really don't get how super busy people manage to keep up with triathlon (or any serious endurance) training. I'm not that busy. I don't have roommates, not married, no kids. Just one normal hour-ed job, a low-maintenance dog, and a low-maintenance boyfriend. If I want to sacrifice housework, and laundry and whatever else to go bike, no worries. No one cares (at least I don't think the dog minds the house being messy). But even so, I have a hard time balancing out my regular life and non-tri friends with training. My boyfriend has been in California for a month working, and will be out there for at least another month. He came into town this weekend for some friends' wedding. So I pretty much blew off everything, including training to be with him as much as possible. I don't feel guilty about that.

Until I log onto my exercise tracker, and see the big, glaring, ZERO for the whole weekend's miles.

I really don't feel bad. With him being so far away for so long, this weekend was precious. It's hard to even talk on the phone because of the time difference. I miss him like crazy, I had a good week working out, I'm going to TnT swimming tonight, so I'll get a full hour in. So now, it's just convincing the voice in my head telling me how lazy I am.

It'll probably shut up after swimming. Probably.

I respect the people who have kids, and more demanding jobs who manage to train better and more consistantly than me. I really don't know how the hell you do it.