There's no rest for the weary. That's usually the life of an triathlete. But not this triathlete... I'm taking the day.
It seems so funny to me that I am having such a hard time with taking a rest day though. It's miserable out. I should just be happy to be laying on the couch, or better yet, shopping for my upcoming Hawaii trip (did I mention I was going? I think I might have... a time or two...) :) But here I'm sitting patiently waiting for my husband to call me, probably hoping to get some reinforcement that it's alright to take a rest day. It's been over a week. I know I need it. I felt it in my legs last night when I laid down to bed. I felt it this morning when I walked up the stairs with a basket of laundry. But my mind still argues with my body.
"Just one 30 minute swim would do you a world of good".
"Just hop on the bike and spin for an hour. Read a magazine while you do it and don't worry about time and pace".
"Running in the rain isn't horrible when it's nearly 50 degrees out".
I can't stop my mind. Ugh... it's annoying! I know I'll be happier tomorrow if I rest, so I will. It's not unusual for my mind to win in the game of triathlon. It's something I'm working on. This time, the mind winning is a good thing I guess!