It’s a tough break that my memory issues seem to be related to the strenuousness of my workouts and that in order to get the symptoms to subside, I need to stop training. To be a triathlete, you’re either racing or training; right now I’m doing neither and it SUCKS. Rach has always told me her athletes are basically a combination of pissed off and depressed when they can’t play due to injury, and after 2 days, I’m already starting to see why and my races aren’t for months.
I can’t train, so I can’t eat. Even setting the Chubsmas Challenge aside, that’s the biggest blow I’m feeling right now. I’m working from home today, which is good because I’m sure I’d have a crap day at work feeling like this. Rach and I are shopping for our Christmas dinner and my plans for that dinner are being dramatically reduced. Sure maybe it’s a bit healthier this way, but I really wanted to enjoy that meal.
Then there’s the idea that I’m getting all these Christmas gifts related to our
hobby sport obsession (my training socks, wetsuit, and potentially other stuff) that I have no chance of using anytime soon. It’s not much fun to get christmas gifts you can’t use.
The last thing is that I just can’t work out. When it’s cold and windy I don’t usually want to work out, and I get lazy, or I gripe and make Rach drag me to workout. Now, that I can’t work out, I’m thinking about every day I was too tired or not in the mood to work out, and how much I wish I could now. I’ve never had a real injury until now that has stopped me from training until now.
I guess even when it comes to working out, you don’t know what you have til it’s gone.