Well, after a triumphant weekend, it's been a relatively easy week. My legs wouldn't let me do anything else...and I always listen when body parts start talking to me.
Actually, my legs weren't too bad, until I tried to go up and down the stairs...a few times. You see, my job requires me to go up or down to the 4th and 6th floors (I'm on the 5th). Typically, this is never an issue, and I like the little boost of energy it gives me. Monday was a different story, however.
When I got up in the morning I could feel the fatigue in my legs from my killer weekend. I wasn't troubled by it though and still had a cheesy grin on my face. I walked from the train to work, albeit a little bit slower than normal. Usually I pick off people I want to pass - this time I let them go by. No worries.
I told myself that today I would be forgiven for taking the elevator the one level...but I just couldn't do it. Actually, I thought that perhaps if I went up the stairs that it would work things out a bit. Uhm, my legs didn't quite see it that way.
After the third 'set' of stairs I got to the stairwell door and thought, 'Either I'm going to faint or spew...'. Neither would be a good thing at work. Instead I let out a 'YEOWZA!' as I felt the sting go through my legs. I told my legs, 'Okay, okay, I promise no more stairs...point taken!!'. Thankfully, no one was in the stairwell listening to me beg forgiveness from my poor quadzilla's.
I figured a swim in the pool on Tuesday morning would loosen things up a bit more. Of course, I guess I would have to actually kick if that were to happen...and what triathlete kicks?! Isn't that what wetsuits are for? To make you buoyant so you don't ever have to learn to kick??
I still felt a wee bit fatigued, but it was nice to be in the water. Until the incident. I was swimming along my merry way when I spotted what I had hoped and prayed was just a floating bit of tissue. (Just for the record I'm doing my best not to dry heave as I write this - it's not really working though.) I swam around it and proceeded to swim, hoping I didn't get any on me cap.
The next lap it was still floating there, and I was starting to panic. What the hell is that?! The lap after, I thought it had floated into the boys lane...but when I got back...it was there! Okay, that's it, I have to stop and somehow remove this thing from the pool. Without using any part of my body of course.
I got one of my flip flops and tried to 'catch' it and flip it on the pool edge, but it was slimy and stringy and would slip off and break and land back in the pool and, and, and. Oh gag... All I could think about was Jenna talking about snot stringers. I was doing my best not to let a bone chilling scream emit from my mouth. The boys stopped swimming to see what I was doing and the lifeguard asked what was up. When I showed her the slop I was scooping I thought she was going to hurl too. I swear, we were seconds away from a friggin chunder fest!
I finally got the snot stringer or whatever it was out of the pool and off my flip flops. I could barely concentrate the rest of the swim as I kept thinking there might be more out there. YIPES!
Really though, it could have been worse...it could have been a snot stringer caught up in a hairball...gack...
Excuse me while I go launch my lunch...
Peace out my friends.