You know you went to college in the late 80's and early 90's if you know that little tune. Just singing it in my head makes me feel like drinking piss beer out of a keg and dancing on a beer soaked floor.
But back to life. Back to reality. Back to 2010 with a home that hasn't been cleaned in two months, a garden that hasn't been tended since mid-June, and three kids who have been bored stiff and fighting over who gets to steal my iPhone next to play DoodleJump since arriving home last week. Apparently being home after two months straight of beach, ice cream, cousins and best friends leaves you wanting--and in need of video games.
But it's all good. You wanna know why? Because SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW.
Praise God and Hallelujah! Actually, school starts for my oldest two. My third is entering kindergarten, and so she has psuedo-school for a little bit. For example, tomorrow I GO WITH HER and we stay for an hour. Then the day after that she goes for like three hours. This goes on for about a month until finally she is official and she goes for the whole day. What I find so funny about this arrangement is how old school it is. The assumption is that my littlest puppy has been home with her mommy since day one and the trauma of being separated and starting school for REAL is going to destroy her. However, MY little baby has been in daycare since she was two months old. I went back to teaching in September after having her in June. This is also true of my other two... who got about two months of Mommy before begin turned over to the 7 a.m.-5 p.m. workers in the daycare system. It sounds cruel. It sounds harsh. It sounds like the twenty-first century, in which a huge portion of mothers can't afford to stay home with their little tykes or simply decide they want to continue working after having a child. But the K system of gradual introduction to school remains...
Anyway, my point is only that my kids are daycare kids (aside from the summers--in which they get all Mommy all the time). The idea that they need to transition over a month into real school is a bit hilarious to me.
So, in short, I know I'm supposed to be weepy that my last child is leaving my side to go to Kindergarten. Should I be admitting that this does, in fact, NOT make me sad? I think it's because I have always been a working mother. The start of public school does not mean that I am losing my child. It means I finally don't have to pay someone to look after my child while I work.
I went off there a bit. On to triathlon-related bizz-buzz.
I'm not sure I have anything to say there. Ho Hum. Is it October and time to rest yet?
I had a great brick yesterday. I did these 12 minutes intervals at Oly race pace wattage and it was tough, man. Just tough. But fun, too. Then I had a little transition run in which I contemplated how I was sucking wind to a much greater extent than I should be given my pace. But still, it was a swell workout.
I did have a bit of a light bulb moment this week surrounding my training.
I was talking to SoloBreak, who is, btw, a very smart dude, and who suggested that perhaps I was struggling with my run because I had put more energy into my bike this season. Well duh. Yes. Of course. That wasn't the smart part. But he also mentioned how when he begin running a few years back he noticed that even a few runs per week really had a negative effect on his biking. Maybe the opposite was true for me? That the gradual addtion of biking to my life has had a progressively worsening effect on my running?
ding ding ding!!!
I know this seems obvious too, but I hadn't regarded it that way. Over the last few years I have finally learned how to work hard on the bike. The problem with that is that since I can get a lot out of myself on the bike now--it has negatively affected my run. WHY? Simply because I don't have the juice I used to have for the run--both in training and racing. I cursed myself two years back (and so did Jen) because I knew I was a loaf on the bike. But what I didn't acknowledge at that time was that being a loaf on the bike allowed for some good runs off the bike. As soon as I learned how to work the bike... while.... my run became far less stellar.
My run is in the shitter simply because I have a certain amount of me to give -- and when biking started taking more of me-- well, the run suffered. Again, I know this seems patently obvious, but what you need to understand is that I haven't been shirking on the run. My training for the run has remained steady and strong through all of this. It's just that that didn't matter. The more the bike absorbed--the less I had to give to the run. The more I tried to get my run back while killing myself on the bike, the more tired I got. And lo, here we are. I am wiped out. My bike is strong. My run is weak despite my effort to make it strong again. And I need a freaking break already.
The question is--can I somehow train such that I am giving enough to the bike--but not so much that my run is destroyed? Does it have to be one or the other? Can I achieve a balance? Triathlon... such a fun game.
That would be the goal of next season. Suggestions as to how to accomplish this are always welcome.