As I stated in the last post, I am loving my job of playing auntie and caregiver here in Albuquerque, NM for the past couple of weeks. I will surely miss my little angels (okay, they aren’t angels, but they are cute) when I leave to start my new adventure by moving to Spokane, WA on Monday.
I’m feeling a little anxious because I still haven’t seen our house yet in Spokane. I’m supposed to see the house we picked out online for the first time on Monday, then sign on the dotted line if I like it. Steve saw it this week, and he said he liked it, but he wasn’t sure of what I would think.
I feel a little in limbo with no house, no boxes (I have to wait a couple months for them to be shipped from overseas), NO bike (with household goods), no idea of what classes I’m taking next semester since my advisor passed away in April, no semi-consistent training since I finished my Paris Marathon, no cell phone until potentially the end of July (Verizon is on backorder for the Incredible).
Training wise, I’m not feel very consistent or strong for that matter. Family comes first after all, and pretty soon I will be back in a routine when I get to my new home. I have my first Half Ironman in September, and to be honest, I’m kinda freaking out with the lack of consistent training with the huge move back to the states from Germany not to mention the lack of training before we moved because we wanted to get a lot of traveling in! Ahhhhh!
I’m anxious to start my new life in the states after living in Germany for the past 2 1/2 years, and it just seems to be taking forever! I need to be patient. It will come soon enough. At least that is what I keep telling myself.
To calm some of this stress down just a little, my sister and I actually got out of the house today for a spin class.
I rode hard, and I rode strong. My legs hurt so bad halfway through the class. Vomit made it’s way up to my throat and I swallowed it down as sweat poured from my face. A smile creeped onto my face. I’m not saying this because I’m badass, I’m saying it because I think I’m crazy. I loved every tortuous moment of spin class.
It helped a lot. I didn’t feel like a soft piece of lazy mush afterward that I started with. Instead, I felt like a sweaty sand bag. Better in my book. 😉
My sis and me right after class…
After spin, I rushed home and jumped into the shower. One of my best, best, best friends, Jessica picked me up for sushi. We met up with my friend, Pilar, who I hadn’t seen in forever! It was great to catch up with old friends for the night.
My run in the foothills at 6,000 feet got postponed until tomorrow. I’ll be running with my cuz, Caly, and our run on Monday S.U.C.K.E.D. Imagine rolling hills and suffocation. It hurt oh so good. There will be more of that tomorrow. I’ll be looking forward to it.
Thanks for letting me vent. 😉