Weekend warrior

Nearly half of my training last week was over the weekend.

In case you missed it, or don’t memorize every word of my blog for potential dramatic readings, I had my first big, three-sport training day of the season on Saturday.

The temperature had hit 70s and 80s during the week previous, and I knew the small lake I swim in would be tolerable. And, oh yeah, I have a race in two weeks, so I should do a brick run or two before then. So, a three-sport day it was.

My husband and I had various commitments Sunday and had to shuffle our schedule, which ultimately led to an earlier start to the day. I started my long run when it was still early afternoon, and he was still busy doing whatever he was doing into the evening. So what else does one do when they have time to kill? Clean the house? Bah! She does a weights video, her plyo moves, and some yoga, of course!

When I added it up, I’d spent 3 full hours training on Saturday and nearly 4 on Sunday. Wow! Considering my week’s total was about 14.25 hours, that’s nearly a full half of my training done on Saturday and Sunday.

I don’t think I do a BAD job of training during the week. Ideally, I put in about an hour before work and about an hour after work most days of the week. I don’t have kids, I don’t work very many long days anymore (yay!), and I plan and prep meals ahead as much as possible. This all helps. But, realistically, I just don’t think I can do a 3-hour bike ride after work. Those long sessions just have to be done on weekends and the odd day off.

Sadly, as long as my full-time job is not triathlon, weekend warrior-ing will have to do. Or until they invent one of those time-turner devices from Harry Potter.