No roses in my rear end

This might be an exageration but last week was quite the week from hell.  I know that most of our posts are about how great we are, how much stuff we bought, how strong and brave we feel and how muscular and fit we look.  If you came here come to make your day a bit brighter, you are in the wrong place.  Apparently, (I wasn’t told this) but training for an Ironman has it’s downs too.   The bottom line is that the third wheel team isn’t exactly sh**ing butterflies and roses…  except for Tamir.

It all started last week when I came back from London.  After a 5:30 hour flight, I went straight to the gym and swimming.  Then after another 4 hour sleep, I woke up to ride in the rain for 4 hours.  This must have thrown my immune system off because I later got sick.  I won’t bore you with the details but it did end up costing me two full days of training AKA an ETERNITY.  Tamir was away and in my head I was simply miserable, tired, fat & bloated, weak, and most importantly, scared to death that something like this happen a day before my big race.

It’s amazing how optimistic thoughts can vanish in an instant when you’re sick or injured.  It seems like your hopes and dreams are escaping you.  This is especially the case when your voice of reason is chillin’ in Disneyland while you are battling the annual rainfall in Israel. To the uninformed: Tamir was in rubbing shoulders with Donald Duck and the rest of the bigs wigs at the Mickey Mouse Club for a couple of weeks during a conference.   I really did feel for this one week like the world around me was collapsing and all I had to do was wait it out.

I forced myself to get on the trainer after two days of couch potatoing (real word or made up?) and somehow managed to break a sweat.  It helped to listen to WMZQ country music while reading subtitles of family guy.  Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it.  I couldn’t muster up the minimal energy required to wake up early in the morning so I worked out after work.  One day, after a 1:30 hour run… I crashed.  The Doctor hadn’t give me antibiotics (only painkillers), and apparently that wasn’t enough for my body to recover.  After my run and my shower, I couldn’t get warm and couldn’t stop shaking.  My teeth were shattering to the point where I was biting myself.  I curled up on the coach and called my mommy (Don’t judge me, you should always call your mommy in situations like this).  Luckily, my hero brother came to the rescue and we got antibiotics from the clinic. 

Now I’m much much better.  The ride last Saturday brightened my mood and I felt strong even though I’m still on antibiotics.  I rode for 5 hours and ran later that night for 1:15.  I guess I’m back to my old self again.  I also have my sweet wheel back and he brought my new ZIPP wheels from Disneyland.  I think that the moral of the story is… DON’T GET SICK! This whole thing could have been avoided if I just stayed not sick.
I can’t believe I had to spell that out for you. Gosh…