Who? Who in their right mind designed toilets so close to the ground? Obviously someone who has never had to deal with lactic acid build up, that's who.

Holy crow. Owwie, owwie, owwie!

Once I get going, I'm fine but the initial 5 to 10 steps...? Yeah. Hell on earth.

Silver lining in all this. Not nearly as sore as the 1st Around the Bay AND a way quicker time. Felt much stronger for longer and the hills were a breeze...no issues until the last 4k....then the tweaks and twinges came out to play.

34 minute improvement over the first year? Yah. I'll take that.

Alright...for the whole 3 people who read this blog and who are used to a negative, holy shit what have I done tone of this blog...get ready 'cause;

THIS WEEK HAS BEEN BLISSFUL. SUPER. RELAXING. Actually ENJOYABLE

This translates to TAPER WEEK.

Around the Bay is tomorrow. A 30k run with a punishing last 10k.

No matter. It got me a light week of workouts that made me laugh. 4 k run with 3 intervals, 3 k run with 3 intervals, a 20 minute run today ~ no distance required. Just 20 minutes.

This week made me realize that I cannot wait for the weight hanging over my head to be gone. I knew that it was affecting me but I had no idea to what extent. I was actually pleasant to be around this week.

Pleasant. Laughed. Found humour in life.

Yeah. I've missed her. Can only imagine how Stjohn feels.

Alrighty. Two weeks since I returned from the 'trip from hell' or 'the character building' trip' or 'what the fuck was I thinking' trip. Actually I could come up with a kajillion more descriptors but I'll leave it at that.....

Training has been more than 50% but less than 90%. I'm happy with them overall because they have been quality work outs.

A 3000 yard swim

A 3 hour spin class (on a malfunctioning bike ~ which I'm trying not to read into)

A 18.5 km run....

Life is busy throwing curveballs but wow...thank god for a supportive husband. I love him to pieces.

I'm home.

Lots to digest.

I'm tired. Off to bed.

Sorry. A lot of whining this week. You need some photos.

Each day is getting a little better. It is too bad the week started the way it did. Everyone keeps telling me that Sunday's bike ride is like nothing they've even seen before. The biking conditions were deplorable and if I survived that, I can survive anything. Maybe. But every shred of biking confidence I had was destroyed during that ride. It doesn't help that since then...I've been the last biker on every single ride. The people have been great. In fact, in some cases phenomenal. Many people will drop back and ride with me, but it seems in my case, misery does not love company. I just need to plough through

I got a lot of work ahead of me if I plan on actually completing this journey.

Suntan lines have been acquired along with a sunburn on the face...not sure what to do. It's 55 and 30 SPF being applied ALL the time.

Today's agenda is a choice of bike or hike. With a 1.5 swim in the afternoon. Even though I need to work on the bike, I'm going to choose the hike today. Had enough of the fucking bike and being last. It is my vacation and I have Mt Lemmon to dread tomorrow.

Fuck. Whose idea was this.....?

The sun came out to play yesterday. Unfortunately the ride in the snow and rain on a highway the day before eroded any confidence I had in my biking.

Yesterday saw an hour long yoga class. 1.5 hours in the pool. 2 hour break and then a 2.5 hour bike ride.

What the fuck am I doing here? If someone offered me a ticket home today, I would go. Some hard decisions are needed...