The struggles and perils of an everyday triathlete
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I can't do any of the workouts I want. All I can do is get on the trainer or treadmill. It's gorgeous outside. This sucks. Last night, my ribs hurt so much, I just laid around like a sloth...eating chocolate. Oh, did I mention I'm PMSing? Great timing. Sleeping was agony. Coughing is torture. Sneezing is excruciating. These processes probably do more damage than anything else. Needless to say, I'm restless, anxious, irritable...and I feel fat.