Some weeks it’s pretty easy to turn all the boxes in the training plan green. Other weeks, it’s a slog. This was one of those weeks.
I wear my emotions about hatred of winter on my sleeve. So I wasn’t going to like anything about this week regardless of any other circumstances.
That aside, I can’t claim to be in much of a journaling mood. I had my yearly physical last week. Almost everything was normal. But there was one test that my doctor was concerned about related to my heart, so he wanted to order additional tests. On Monday around noon, he called me. Safe to say, the weight training after work wasn’t going to happen. I was downright spooked.
I did the dumb thing and started reading about it on the internet. Five minutes later, clearly the internet said I was about to die. I wish I’d never done that. But it got my mind racing. It’s never a good thing to hear your doctor wants to run additional tests on your heart, especially when you’re a triathlete!
He told me I had nothing to worry about—I was clear to do any and all training I wanted to. But I’m not going to lie. My mind was elsewhere all week.
