So, around Christmas time, I signed up for Beach to Battleship half iron distance. All my plans this year have been around that race, which is October 29th. It's my "A" race. I put together a nice little schedule of sprints, an Oly (still trying to find another Oly around September. There are a couple, haven't settled on one- I'm taking suggestions). All year, I've been planning on using the earlier, shorter races as a means of maintaining some base fitness, with thoughts of beginning serious half iron training at the beginning of August. Sounds like a good plan, right? I thought so too.
Well, I'm leaving on Sunday for some work in Pennsylvania for 4 weeks. We're talking, 10 hour days out in the middle of nowhere PA. Mostly just standing around, so it will be just enough to wear me out, without doing any good whatsoever towards training. There is a fitness center in the hotel I'm staying at, so hopefully I can at least run a little on the weekends.
So at this point, all is still fine. I expect to be back home, working a normal schedule mid July. That's plenty of time to work back up to some base fitness (maybe not where I was starting from, but still something) in order to start serious training in August.
Now, to panic mode. Yesterday, my boss asked me if I would be interested in going to Canada for at least 3 weeks almost as soon as I get back. Well, gulp. Sure. How can I say no? It's been made pretty plain to me that I need to accept these opportunities if I want to advance in my company and my career. Gaaaaah. Adam's been working in Cali since the beginning of March. He comes home while I'm gone in PA. I was really looking forward to spending some time living in the same city as him. Plus, there's the aforementioned, training issue. And in Canada, I'd be staying in a camp, so not even a crappy hotel fitness center.
So, right now, I just have to square everything away to leave on Sunday for PA, and hope things will work out in the meantime.
