A case of the blahs

The blahs continue. Again, not sure why. Someone pointed out that maybe it was because it was my recovery week. Who knows? I’m just soldiering on and hoping it will go away. It just makes everything harder in the meantime.

However, on a positive note I had a really good swim this morning with NO PULL BUOY! The plan was for an easy 1.8km swim, split into a warm up, then 15 x 100m with a brief rest after each 100m, followed by a cool down but once I started swimming I decided to just continue until I needed to stop to let someone pass. However this never eventuated and so the 1.8km ended up becoming one continuous easy swim. And swimming is funny in that while there are other people in your lane, unless you actually stop, you never really get to see them. You know they’re there because you can sense or see them as you pass each other in the lane but that’s it. This is so different from running and cycling, where you can actually see other people and can talk to them. Anyway I know there were other people in my lane this morning but I never really got to see them because I swam without stopping. Some people had been and gone in the time it took me to swim the distance.

DOMS from yesterday’s upper body weights session was making its presence felt and the swim really helped. I highly recommend easy swimming post-weights sessions – it really does help.

I had brekkie once I got to work, by which time I was starving and was ready to inhale the contents of the work fridge (which is a risky venture). However I had one of my favourite brekkie meals this morning – banana bruschetta. Nothing complicated – a toasted gluten-free bun topped with reduced fat ricotta and banana. Cinnamon was sprinkled over the top (after the photo above was taken). Yummo! This is also my breakfast of choice before long rides and runs, as well as events.

I spoke to a lovely 89-year-old woman in the change rooms – she had just arrived to the pool and was about to go for her swim, as I was leaving. In years to come I guess that will be me…well at least I hope so! I’d like to think that a) I’ll still be around when I’m 89, and b) I’ll still be physically active. This morning’s brief chat reminded me of a similar one I had with a 94-year-old woman outside the gym a few years ago – she started going to the gym on a regular basis to keep fit and healthy, as well as for social contact, after her husband passed away.

Did the first of two bike interval sessions tonight. As its recovery week the session was only for 30 minutes which felt really strange after having done a few longer sessions up to this point. Not that I’m complaining! This was followed by stretching and everything seems to be a-ok.

Tomorrow: the plan is to do an easy 6km run before work – my first run for a week. This will be followed by a physio appointment later in the morning.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I’ve ended up where I needed to be.” – Douglas Adams

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