Sorry for the lack of updates. I had a brief existential crisis last week prompted by the five year anniversary of my consulting career, a crisis I dealt with by reading all nine Sookie Stackhouse books in a five day window. Better than stress eating, yes? Yes.
Anyway, IM training is ramping up, like, for real. Not a moment too soon, as a I have a half Ironman in a few weeks that apparently I need to like, be ready for. (I’m also taking a minute to laugh that a half IM used to be a singular goal for a whole season, and now I’m all “Oh right, I’m doing that in a few Sundays, hmm, hope I have enough Gu.”)
I think the best way to describe what a ramp up in IM training feels like is to share with you a quote from my training log:
I need to do laundry (again), grocery shop, and I’d cut a bitch to take a nap.
Sigh. I was totally serious, too. Between the Boss and I both working full time and training, we are going through insane amounts of food, laundry, periods of bitching mightily at our alarm clocks, and general whining. But that’s ok; we do this cause we love it, right? Right.
InnerTeub 
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