Lets put the pharmaceutical claim to the test and see if it really works. Today has got to be the worse training day I've had so far. And I'm sure there are many more to follow. But let's talk about how today sucked.
Pulling myself from the warm dry sanctuary of my bed around 5:30 am, I step out into the dreary, wet, cold, and miserable morning. Five minutes into my AM bike, I realize I've underdressed and am freezing in the misting rain. But hey, I'm already out of the house so might as well keep going. What should have been an easy 6 mile ride turned into the torture of the morning. My saving grace was a silent moment around the duck pond. 6 am and not a soul in sight. 
A tender moment until I realized I still had the entire day ahead of me.
A tender moment until I realized I still had the entire day ahead of me.Thursdays are the last push of the week before my one day off on Friday. That means double the training. The dreaded swim later in the evening. Without the crowd and scrutinizing eyes of the coaches, I set my own pace. Proud that I accomplished around 20 laps with 40 minutes, I thought I ended the day on a high note. Until I passed a note on the wall explaining pool lengths. 76 laps = 1 mile.
Good lord. How do I not drown?
So now, for some odd reason, I have the urge to chug the entire bottle of Advil. Because there's not enough bananas in the world that can mend my legs by Saturday. Man. This day sucked like the Yankees....
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