Sitting at a computer at 8:15 on New Years Eve was not
exactly the way I had planned to spend my evening. I
guess that little illness I spoke of before happened
to be the flu and what a drag it has been. I finally
feel as though I'm not 'sick' anymore, but I still
feel totally wiped out. I managed a 30 minute easy
swim today and had to take a two hour nap upon
returning. It reminds me of how I feel after traveling
for a couple days. Totally wiped out with no real
desire to do anything.

I am used to being tired, but I prefer when its the
kind that makes rest feel good (as opposed to simply
necessary). I think anyone that has been an athlete
knows what I'm talking about. It can also be a
dangerous association though; associating relaxation
entirely with exhausation.

Many athletes (self included) go through some period
of time where they only rest when they are wasted, as
opposed to instituting any precautinary measures.
Having a coach in 2005 changed a lot of that for me
(self coached until then). I found myself feeling
fresh more often and working really hard (harder than
I did when writing my own schedules) at other times. I
sometimes questioned whether I was training enough,
but in the end the yearly numbers were nearly
identical to the year before. My intuitive
organization of training seemed close to that of my
coach's, yet the timing of key workouts was lacking on
my part. Thus, too tired at the wrong times.

However, having said that; I would only appreciate
this by having known what being 'really tired' is all
about. Somtimes I still don't think I know anything
about being tired when I hear some of Scott Molina's
war stories. That guy is the energizer bunny. He was
(and is) always moving.


The plan is to get up around 5:30 tomorrow morning and
hit the road shortly after that. Lets hope for clear
roads and kind cops along the way to Clermont.
Hopefully I'll be well enough to get training by
Monday. One week on the couch for a guy that like to
move is a long one.


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