So, Saturday was Get After It Day and I emailed Matt to see if he'd take me on a ride, I took him to Colman, we swam 3000 meters and then Matt took us on a 40 miler down along the Cedar River Trail. Rule no. 2: make your training as beautiful as possible. The Cedar River was extremely high, a deep silver green and I spotted herons and a quatrain of baby duckies. Rule no. 3 ALWAYS, AlWAYS, stop to say hello to animals. Make nature your heart rate monitor.
On the last ascent with about 5 miles to go I asked Matt if I should do a little one-mile run afterwards to get the feeling of a brick, like I had to ask. "Do two," he said. So I did.
When I was done I didn't stretch at all except some little lame phone-ins on my calves while boiling water for pasta. I've noticed lately, when tired, I tend to go on a stretching strike, and I have to ask myself: why do I, after putting in all this work, at the last minute stop showing up for myself when I really need to keep myself healthy? I think it's the downfall of being too tired, it's hard to care -- some people over eat when they're tired, yell at strangers and babies, and some of us eek out a training session and then come home and collapse.
Somtimes I see myself as a mother who goes to take a nap while the children run wild in the living room and she doesn't care what she wakes up to see, broken vases, torns blankets... And while a philosophy of logic class from the ages of yore outed the fact that argument by analogy is a false, I need analogies for their visuals and metaphors in order to "see it." Plus I'm a poet so there.
Today I ran and swam and not much stretching again. Ok, none. Maybe this week I"ll be a better mother to myself, or ask: What would my wisest self do? Stretch! I am not full of wisdom today, instead have sights on Las Vegas and an episode of CSI.