I'm a tad busy and lacking a solid internet connection at the moment, so I'm not going to be posting a ton on my blog. I'm in the middle of making some editing changes to the manuscript and rewriting some parts. I'm sure I will post again soon though.
I did do a time trial Sat, even though I got my period the night before. I always feel like I've been run over by a steam roller the first few days mother nature decides to inflict her gift on me. As a result, I lacked motivation, especially at the half way point of my time trial. I think I ended up jogging when my head started feeling like a cantaloupe filled with cement. Otherwise I felt OK. My foot was a tad sore. I guess I'm OK with the running effort, but at the same time, it's not easy reading all the race reports and hardcore training logs out there. I don't like feeling like I gave up, but I never have a ton of motivation when I'm at this stage in my cycle. Sleep is about the only thing I feel like I can tackle with vigor. The massage is definitely helping my foot, but it's not quite where I want it to be. My butt appears to be more than a tad tight too. When the massage therapist went to work on it, he barely touched my right side and said, "Wow, that's quite the knot you've got in there." Yes, it's the same knot I have had since the early 90's when a nurse nicked my sciatic nerve when giving me a shot. Blah.
Tuesday night or maybe early Wed morning, I will give up chocolate for three months. I bought some expensive "cookies" that are raw thinking they might take the place of chocolate. The bag said carrot cake cookies. I like carrot cake, and I like cookies. It seemed perfect. However, they don't taste like cake or cookies. Instead, they taste like hay with a strong dash of nutmeg. It was a big disappointment. Boo. However, I have two days to scarf some serious chocolate, so I bought some of that ridiculously priced Life Opening Chocolate to satisfy my chocolate itch.
I'm very disturbed that I had to endure the wild and slightly insane preaching of some Warren Jeffs wannabe, complete with a harem of repressed girls on the mall last night. He and his posse took a spot right outside the doors where I work, and he spent over an hour yelling at random by-passers. Ick. The whole thing made me sick.
Sigh. Well, I'm not saying much of anything here. Stay tuned for something more substantial once the chocolate withdrawals start to manifest.