Shown below is the summar of my workout volumes for the past 9 weeks. I'm embarrassed to even put it up there. The ups and downs of my workouts are vagrant reflections of my fickle moods. Yes, these charts are basically a mood-a-meter (week 6 was when Taz died).
I've slowly but surely been climbing my way back onto the wagon. Prep phase is over, and I'm now into Base phase (take a look at the big jump in training last week!). I have to be careful not to bite off more than I can chew. My body has a dangerous muscle memory. Yes, I can bike 100 miles on Saturday and run 16 on Sunday without any prior training but I will pay the consequences for the next 3 days afterwards (read: too sore and tired to do anything but sleep). I like to think I'm SuperWoman but someone wants to prove to me that I'm not.
For now, I will try to practice some moderation. But specifically, I only have 1 New Year's Resolution: WAKE UP EARLY (I'll start with 6:30 am. Seems an achievable goal). If I can wake up early, I can fit in my workouts and have more control over my day. Accomplishing my to-do list = happiness.