Back in the Saddle...Sort Of

Dan has done it.

He has lit my fire.

There is nothing like getting the "green light" from your coach to actually train to put a little extra spring in your step and smile on your face.

(Thank you Sweet and magical Universe for making my body finally stop bleeding!)

While I am sure it gave him little pleasure to know that I had been training a bit and doing intervals (and running a race), I feel confident that he may have had the tiniest of smiles accompanied with an amused shake of his head.

I had known that he would not be on board if I was going to do damage to my body, so this was a good day!

We discussed my 2010 plan and we are both on the same page in understanding that my head goes psychocross come July 1st and everything until psychocross season is the "off season".

(It is spectacularly comforting when you have a coach who gets it!)

We discussed my silly little non-hobby of running and how that shit is just nonsense, and like junk food, it should be done infrequently, if ever.

(It's still better than Cheetos, but I know what he means.)

Since I like my feet and my knees, I will likely follow his advice on this, though a certain teammate is attempting to tempt me into one more running race for good measure...

*wink*

Dan and I discussed that I will only be racing two road races (Froze Toes and The Tour of Hermann RR) because I still need to rehab my body in 2010 and it cannot take the beating of road races yet.

(Dr. Tim is working frantically to get my pulse and body stronger, but the man is only human, no matter how brilliant.)

Because Dan never blows sunshine up my arse, he let me know how Froze Toes was going to work out for me...and we had a pretty good laugh about that.

After a full week of being back on the training horse, I am feeling pretty darn good...but frustrated about being so far behind the training ball.

I am still draining fluid from the site (but not blood) and this means that I still cannot sit in a hot tub or bath after a workout, so I am now an Icy Hot and compression socks/tights junkie.

I smell like my great-grandma and am grateful that the compression socks are not flesh-toned or I would look like her too.

Jay is diggin' it (at least in my mind) and really, the boy can't say shit.  He has not shaved his legs since December, sooooo there's that.

Kisses, peace, love, and bikes to all...