Small Hiccup

Well I have developed a small hiccup in my training for Ironman Texas.

On the weekends as my hours on my bike increase as well as my mileage for my long runs, I see less and less of my family - my hubby Glen and my twins Tavis and Ethan.  Now Glen is pretty sef sufficient so him I don't worry about.  Ethan and Tavs are turning 13 years old in a couple weeks so Ethan no longer wants to be seen with me anyhow.  He is glued to his computer or his xbox and barely notices if I am at home or not.

Tavis, although he understands everything that is said to him, sometimes doesn't comprehend what he is being told.  All Tavis knows is that he doesn't see me or hear me and he misses me.  I think I miss him more.  He is a major snuggle bunny and I always have a towel handy for his open mouth kisses that can soak your entire face.  When I have had the worse day at the office or a terrible run, Tavis's smile can cheer me up in an instance.  He is incredibly silly and has an infectious laugh which is irresistible.

Monday morning I decided to carry Tavis from the car into daycare because I felt I had not spent enough time with him over the weekend and wanted to get in a snuggle before work  - very bad decision on my part.  Tav is getting heavier and I am getting older and have had back problems for years.  Well another mother stopped to talk to me and then when I got into the daycare I had to wrestle out my own chair from under the table and it was too much for my back.  Walking out to the car, I told my husband that something had snapped in my back.

Luckily Dr. Jason squeezed me in for an adjustment that night but suggested maybe I should take the night off training.  My back hurt worse after the adjustment but that is common. 

Last night I had a good run with my Tuesday night chicks and soaked in the hot tub afterwards and no back pain at all until midnight.  And it returned with a vengeance.  Needless to say I could not talk my body into my 5:30 a.m. swim class.

Things like this are going to happen.  I am not happy about missing my swim class but to go and swim while I am in so much pain is not a good idea either.  I have learned the hard way to listen to my body and my coach.  In the long run, it pays off to maybe miss a class as opposed to injuring myself further and precipitating a longer recovery time.  My Tuesday night running buddy Christine is learning herself right now.

We ask so much of our bodies training for an ironman, we need to take care of it.  Feed it when it is hungry, hyrdrate it when it is thirsty and listen to it when it tells us that it needs a bit of a break.

Lisa