Thanks to everyone for checking on me. Recovery is going well. I am sleeping and eating as advised.
Here’s how you know you’re in recovery. You just ate BBQ with friends, your snacking on dill pickles, and you just killed a bottle of champaign at 3 pm No gym bag in sight…..
I believe myself to be in exercise rehab. I’ve gone from exercise a few hours a day to none, a little walking, but nothing more. I am eating everything in sight, corn chips, salad dressing, all the carbs I can get in my mouth…. Chocolate, all of it. I can’t seem to get enough.
I am taking a week off in Austin, TX with my close friend Griffon to recover. She is prepping for the inaugural RTX for rooster teeth http://roosterteeth.com/home.php I am volunteering to help where needed. I find myself mixing zombie paint, and learning the finer points of blood splatter etc. I know many creative people, but Griffon stands out among the masses, she is a creative genius. It is fun just to watch her work. To know that my close girlfriend is an expert at 3d carving of zombie heads from watermelons…. I couldn’t be more proud, she really has found her niche.
I went on a long rambling walk around Barton Springs yesterday. I found myself impulsively wanting to stop people, everyone was running, exercising, biking etc. It was 100 degrees, a record breaking hot day, I wanted to intervene. “I am walking to nowhere, come with me!!!” “Your skinny, it’s ok, just stop!!” I found myself wanting to help them revolt from their regiment. Give me a week or so and I’ll be itching to get back on the exercise band wagon. For now I am recovering. I am still pretty tired. I don’t realize how tired I am, then I try to do something and crash. Lift a table, or something that usually is child’s play, only now it seems 6 times heavier. I ‘swam’ yesterday, I maybe made it 200 yards and every muscle in my feet and legs tightened up, I thought I wasn’t going to make it back.
Million dollar question is regarding IronMan 3…..? I really enjoyed this last race, Sonja and Michelle were fantastic, everything went well, and still I just don’t think I have another IronMan in me. Race day is an incredible experience, it’s the endless hours of training at the gym, on the trainer, and the run on the treadmill…. I don’t think I have another day of 6 hours on the trainer followed by 90 min on the treadmill in me. I felt like for every long workout I was losing brain cells to boredom.
The story that I’ve been telling everyone that didn’t make the blog initially is that immediately upon return to the hotel I fell asleep in the public restroom. I woke up 20 min later. I was so confused and disoriented. It was partially embarrassing, primarily just funny. I was sound asleep.
I am feeling ok. I am a bit sore as to be expected. I may have stress fractures in my left foot. I am generally more tired than usual. This is my first vacation with no school, work, or heavy exercise regiment in 2 years. i am loving every minute. I’m surrounded by creative people doing awesome work, what could be better.
I keep rehashing the race in my mind. Reveling in every minute of it. Michelle and I almost crashed the bike out of transition. serves us right, our practice together was only 2 loops around a parking lot. We discovered at roughly mile 7 that she couldn’t get to her water bottles without knocking us off balance. I had to shove her bottles in my shirt and hand them to her. i was teasing her throughout the race that the germaphobe in her was thankful to be facing the opposite direction, because I am taking those bottles and shoving them immediately into my armpit. We lost several on the way.
Anyhow I am taking to rehab, I’m following my 12 steps, I haven’t done any exercise in 5 days and I’m loving it for now.