When I decided to train for the 70.3, I seriously thought "I'll only have to get up 30-60 minutes earlier most days. That's not too bad." While it is somewhat shocking that I've remained dedicated to the time-intensive training plan (only missing one scheduled workout in 10 weeks), 30-60 minutes less sleep six days/week has turned out to be huge. It probably doesn't help that I'm still covering the vast majority of home duties...but honestly I don't think I've ever been this tired in my life. Not even when the kids were infants. There's no way to describe it except to say that I'm exhausted. Biking, running and swimming 100+ hours every week is enough to make me tired (although surprisingly generally not sore or stiff), but getting up at 3:45-4:30am six days every week has made this a test of devotion and mental strength. I didn't expect this at this stage of training. Thankfully I've recruited a friend of two crazy enough to meet me at the house once a week at 4:30am to run with me.
Anyways, the result is that I can now nod off (for at least a moment or two) almost anywhere at almost any time. Work is my favorite dozing location--I can't call it napping because I am typically on alert for someone entering my office. But, I've also stolen a moment or two while waiting in line to pay for groceries. While using the restroom . . . embarrassingly I will admit it. While folding and putting laundry away . . . sure thing. I've even resorted to making my kids pick bedtime books that they can mostly read to me (instead of me reading to them) and only opening my eyes when they startle me awake to help sound out a particularly tough word. Today was supposed to be nap day, but it's clear it's not going to happen. But tomorrow's another day, right?
