Lost week

So there's good news and there's bad news from last week.

First the bad news. From a training perspective last week was a complete and utter write-off. I managed to get in a grand total of 2-1/4 hours of training - one 45 minute run and a 90 minute ride (roundtrip, from the doctor's office). Fortunately it was a scheduled "rest" week anyway, but it certainly wasn't intended at the outset to drop off quite so much.

The drop off had two sources. One, from Tuesday on I fought a nasty case of the spring flu, which is not yet gone, but seems to be on the decline. Very little breathing and even less sleeping, but after this week I could tell you everything you needed to know and some things you don't about expectoration, rockets, boogies, mocos and the like.

The second source, and this is where the bad news takes a hike and the good news comes strolling down the laneway. The new job started on Monday. Now, the on-the-job training takes place on the afternoon shift (2:00 pm - 10:00 pm) which is tough. The even "gooder" news is that it looks as though this is going to work out just fine.

The other piece of good news? After making a trip to the doctor it was determined that my achilles injury is not yet serious enough to be called tendonitis. It's a noninsertional tendonopathy (try dropping that into your next dinner conversation) that's on the verge of becoming a tendonitis that could take 2-3 months to rehab. Fortunately some stretching (yes Darren, I know) and light-to-moderate rehab, with no prescribed reduction in training, should clear it up.

The real challenge now is fitting the training into the new working schedule, which is a bit of a challenge. Afternoon swims now become morning swims and morning runs now must move to other days. All part of that great circle of life, Simba.

So, this upcoming week calls for ~13 hours training - three swims, four rides and three runs. I can hardly wait to see how this turns out.

Stay tuned.