My goodness.

Had a rough few days in the hospital with Benjamin's surgery. Initially it went well, the first day was magic. He was happy, and eating and drinking, charming the nurses. Then the second day went downhill. He stopped eating and drinking, did neither for one day. Then he ran a fever. So we stayed in the hospital an extra day. We got discharged yesterday afternoon.

It was an ordeal for sure. But I think we're in the clear.

Before the surgery, I did a brick workout in the early AM. 23 mile bike, 3.3 mile run. It felt really good, actually. The bike portion was pretty brutal. It was hilly to say the least. Intentional. I routed it that way, so it's my fault. But I felt great.

Did 20 miles on the bike on Thursday as my get out of jail free card. I really needed it. I did well on my 1.5 hours of sleep and my collection of ten minute naps. We did some hills. Pretty much the same hilly course I did on my brick on Wednesday. Hillside, Rocky Hill Road, etc... Sounds punishing, right? Good practice.

Yesterday we were supposed to do a track workout so I can do some interval work, but we missed the new guy James. Oops! So we went out on a little run. I think I do best when I:

a) don't know the route
b) am not aware of the pace
c) have no idea what distance we're going and how far we've gone

The less I think about running the more I think about what I'm doing when I run. If that makes sense. Plus if I know where I'm going, I can sunconciously find places to slack off. Or conciously, whichever.

I kept up with Kevan most of the time, trailed back and then caught up. Repeat. I swear he was doing intervals and I just didn't know. Easy run for him, probably the most epic run of my life.

Today we were supposed to ride the half iron course in Narragansett, but were foiled by Tropical Storm of the century Danny. Rain. I hate rain.

So instead of time on the bike, it's yoga. And the toy store for Benjamin. I promised him a new truck. He deserves it. And I'm going to city sports to try on/buy a new tri suit. Then some other stuff. I'm not sure. It's a mystery day.

Tomorrow I'm volunteering at the Cranberry Trifest in Lakeville. John is running that race, and I want to run it next year. Maybe cycling after. Yay for olympic distance. After Wednesday's brick, if I can get my run a little farther.... I'm pretty sure I can do it. It's all in the training.

Buzzard's Bay is in three weeks and I've got to get back in the pool every day to work on my swim. It's a longer swim, so I need some better endurance to make it. I can do it, I just needed to get this surgery out of the way.

Oops! It's late. Must locate stretchy pants and tank tops for yoga!