Because sometimes you just need a day off. Or four.

The last couple of weeks have been a little strange.

 

After trying to recover from Boston, despite being VERY sick with the death plague that was going around my legs felt really great.

I zipped around the Duathlon feeling good and THEN. The following week I just hit the damn wall. I went 13 days without a rest day (this was obviously my own idiot fault, a couple sneaky nice day bike rides that might have been a little more challenging than scenic more or less pushed me over the edge.

 

Due to my chaotic schedule I also managed to have 2 "long" runs in 4 days. (long at this point is 11-13 miles. The kind of run that tricks me into thinking it is going to be cake then proceeds to kick me repeatedly in the face)

By last Thursday I was like EFFFFFF THIS NOISE FOOL!!!!! Did I mention that my equestrian coach is back, I have horses, kids and myself in full blown horse show training and have regularly been working 11-12 hour days????

 

Mini Me and I went to the horse show and rode fabulously.
Look at us! We can share outfits, it's ballin'!

I had a couple of optional workouts to do in the 3 days that I was competing/coaching and I passed on every single one. I was exhausted to the point when I start to feel grouchy and snappy, achy and pessimistic. This is totally not my norm but seriously dudes, it happens to the best of us.

Luckily, the show went very well. I can ride well no matter what my tired level is because it's my job to do so, and my occasionally rambunctious little equine really settled down for some quality arena time. And mini me kicked some booty in the JR division as well. Winning.

 

But then things got even more exciting.....

 

After a long show weekend we came home to a VERY sick dog...

After a very long night and a very long day, with many hours spent with the poor boy and his 104.9 fever and inability to walk we discovered that he was suffering from a bizarre autoimmune anemia (there were more words, lots of vet stuff but that was the take home message.) Luckily his prognosis sounds good, with some maintenance he should be healthy from here on out!

 

This 24 hour period of time did nothing to improve my mood and demeanor. Neither did it give me workout inspiration. (let's face it, even on an OFF day I have hours of manual labor. HOURS. I'm on my feet all day, I ride a half dozen freaking horses. Not restful.) I seriously considered sitting down, having a long sobbing cry and a mini meltdown.

Miraculously, just before this occurred Eric cleaned the whole house, did ALL the laundry and this act of extreme kindness restored order to my life. Sometimes that is all it takes! (actually it was a big deal, the house was a legit mess.)

So with a clean house, a healthy puppy and 4 days of "rest" I happily got back to my routine.

I hate reminders that I am not superwoman and honestly think it is bullshit that I am not, but every once and a while one just needs a couple days to get their act together!

Looking forward to a few fun things right now and am excited to have my mojo back.