I did not want to work out today. Not even one bit. I was fine at work, but as soon as 5pm hit I wanted to curl up and go to bed. Still catching up on sleep I guess.
But, not an option. So, I headed to the pool.
20 minutes. Easy.
I spent half the swim thinking about how much I hate swimming and how much I suck at it and how I don't want to do triathlons.
The second half of the swim I spent thinking about how I would fit more training in for a long triathlon.
Yeah. 20 minutes can be a long ass time.
I forgot to pack my flip flops, and I wasn't going to put my stupid boots back on, so I walked back to the car like this. Pure class.
Next up, bike time! That exclamation mark is a lie. I still wanted to curl up and go to sleep. I smelled like chlorine. I couldn't be bothered to tie shoes, so I biked in my house slippers.
30 uneventful minutes later.
Oh, you see my brother on the bike?
Shoeless, he still kicked my ass. And he's not training. Ug.
Ug. Ug. Ug. That sums up my feelings right now. I'm tired. I need to work more with gears on the bike. I've been ignoring that, which means I haven't been pushing myself hard enough. I wore myself out this weekend, too.