I haven't taken a rest day in 16 days.
It's not that I set out to do this, but rather, life necessitated it.
At first, I had to shift workouts around to fit my schedule. Then, J was out of town for a few days and single parenting drove me insane. An insane TMB needs some stress relief. And since we don't have any chocolate in the house, I ran. Or biked. So before I knew it, two weeks had past with no days off and I still had two more workouts on my training plan before the next rest day. Oops.
By the time my weekend sweat sessions rolled around, I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Rest was on the horizon, but first, two big workouts stood before me.
1600 meters in the pool, my furthest swim yet and a 12 mile run, my longest since my double marathons in November.
I was apprehensive about both. And I crushed both.
1600 meters in 37:08. 1 mile. No stopping. Total confidence boost.
12 miles in 1:51:39. Proof that running fewer miles isn't killing my endurance or speed.
In the last 16 days, I swam 6600 meters, biked 133.07 miles and ran 62.32 miles.
But today I rest.
I've earned it.
My muscles know it.
And that's why I'm rocking compression tights all day.