Crap I am tired

I thought a week of my family being gone would be good for me. I could train all hours, I could work all hours, relax at home.

Not happening. Oh its all happening but not with the joy in my heart that I thought I would have. The runs this week have been brutal as the heat spiked to over 100 degrees and it takes a few weeks for me to acclimatize to it. My run the other day in 105 was slower than I wanted and I was way overheated. I would run to 180 bpm then sast walk until I was back to the high 150's, low 160's then do it again. I suppose it was a blessing that my foot pod was not sinc'ing with the watch so I have no idea how fast or far I was moving.

Thursday was a 30 minute desert run, again over 100. Coming back I saw to people lying on the ground. Turns out it was Hardcore and The Machine waiting for me since they left for their run ten minutes before I arrived, which was right on time. Thanks guys.

I did the long open swim again and shaved two minutes off, which is pretty cool.

My torn hammy is still fighting me by giving me painful cramping. Had a really big one right at the end of my swim as I tried to catch my footing on some submerged rocks. I need to get this looked at tomorrow and maybe get a massage instead of going to M:i:3 like I want too.

Lately I have been very frustrated with the utter stupidity of drivers. So much so that I have regressed to name calling and road posturing. On the freeway this week, there was a lane closure so obviously one lane merges into another. This stupid lady driving her fashionable SUV merges and then slams on her brakes. As I swerved I noticed she had retrieved her precious eye color junk and continued to apply it.

Also a huge duelly pickup (four tires in back) turns on the road I am driving on directly in front of me when there was no one behind me. I had to slam on my brakes and swerve into the other lane to avoid a collision. Before that some driver pulled on the road and with no traffic except me, decided to cross the other two lanes and drive 25mph in the fast lane which I was going fast in. Hello...no traffic and you have to move straight to the fastlane?

My whole goal Wednesday night was to get home earlier than 7:30 pm to relax. But Noooooo, I had to spend 45 minutes in a back up on the freeway and when I get to the 'accident', its not an accident, its a tall blond being talked to by a cop, on the opposite freeway. No.Way. I lost almost an hour of my life in the car because people wanted to see if this chick was hot.

I finally popped two tylonel pm Wednesday night so that I could sleep. I got 7.5 hours. That is equal to the previous two nights of sleep combined. I hate taking sleeping pills.

All this precieved stress has at least taking the anxiety away from the International triathlon this weekend.