(The title has nothing to do with anything except my husband just walked in and said he exploded an eggplant in the grill. Hah. While I’m being lazy on the couch with my ginger beer sparkly drink and my laptop…)
Day 9. My my my…
Story time. A year ago I hired a triathlon coach. What a good idea, you say. Yeah, except the reason I hired a triathlon coach wasn’t that I wanted to get back to training for triathlons (which I did…) but because I wanted to quit drinking. I thought that if I set up my life in a way in which it was impossible to drink AND train, then it would make me stop drinking. Turns out, it doesn’t work that way. I continued drinking, went through phases where I trained too (and work fell apart), went through phases where I barely trained at all (and blamed work), and finally gave up on the idea of a coach about a month ago.
Since I’ve quit drinking (ahem, in the whole NINE days that I have chosen not to drink), I’ve been in the pool three times, biked five times, and run four times. Hmm..Chicken, meet Egg.