When this first week began, I didn't realize just how much I had missed the routine of scheduled workouts and intense misery (ok, maybe not so
intense, but definitely a jolt to the system). Since the Meat Pie Tri in October, I thought I was doing well keeping fit on my own, but now I realize that I had slowly been slipping. First the bike dropped off (It's too dark! It's too cold!), then the swim began to falter (Really, it's 5:00 am, do you know how long it's been since I slept in until 6 on a weekday??). The run dropped off the last two weeks as Thanksgiving approached and I knew that training would be starting back full force soon (I mean really - there are 20 weeks of training up ahead with no break - what's a two week hiatus?). It's sad how I struggle to be self-motivated, accountable, and committed to fitness. But now that I've confessed to my lack of will, I am back on the bandwagon, eager to begin this next big journey!
