We spectated at the Bigfoot Triathlon over the weekend and it was bittersweet. I had that internal twinge where I really, really, really wanted to be racing and was jealous of all my friends and training mates who were out killing the course. But on the flip side, I was relieved that I wasn't out there, too. It was a very weird sensation.
But I think I have a plan that will allow me to take a bit of downtime and still be primed to race a 70.3 this season. I'm working on getting my ducks in a row, getting the hubby and coach aligned with it (note to self, talk to The Punisher) and doing a bit of soul searching to REALLY determine if it's the right move for me this season or if I should just pack up shop and spend the rest of my summer laying in the sun with a margarita and book in hand. The prospect of this new racing option makes me happy, assuming I garner the right support.
The past 2 weeks have been a bit laid back on the training front and I can't lie...it's felt good. Really good. It's nice to not be ravenously hungry all the time and feel exhausted at my desk in the afternoon. Yesterday I swam a mile in a chop that felt like I was swimming uphill through moleasses. At least it made for a quick return trip to short. Tonight will bring a quick run along the lakefront since the temps are topping out in the low 70's. I figure some more solo training days will really help me sort out all the demons in my head with this season.
I still have a half marathon in a month, so I'm working on shifting my focus to that temporarily and trust that all the pieces will fall together as they should.