I may have overreacted the other night in my insomniac haze. The cold has me in its clutches, but I refuse to give in. Today I ran and biked despite the heat, despite my exhaustion, despite my cold.

I’m at the point in my training where I’m just ready for this race to be over. I can’t wait to be able to enjoy my workouts again, without worrying whether I’m ready for the race. Truly, I can’t wait for autumn, to bike at the park admiring the foliage, smelling that gorgeous sun-warmed leaf smell unique to October in Upstate NY. To not sweat through 85 degree heat and 50% humidity.

Sorry, too much whining.

I have a heavy training weekend ahead of me, and hope to feel better about my standing after a long swim, a long bike, and a long run. Then it’s only 2 weeks away. A week of speed workouts, a week of easy taper, and then I swim, bike, and run my way to my fourth IronGirl finisher’s medal.

And then it’s on to continuing my training for my first half marathon this fall.

Amid all this, I need to find time to write. Revisions right now on a couple of short stories, but at some point soon I need to wrap my hands around the throat of my novel and show it who’s boss.

It’s totally the book. Not me. But I like to pretend it’s me.