It’s weird when your weekends don’t revolve around a Sunday long ride. And it’s even weirder (and harder?!) when your husband’s out riding centuries every Sunday as he preps for IRONMAN Louisville (his first full since 2015!). The quiet after he leaves the house: it’s almost too quiet. The time that’s back in my weekends: I almost don’t know what to do with it all. When Sunday long rides have been your regular routine since 2013 and you’re suddenly not doing them, not gonna lie: there’s a fair amount of fomo.
But that said, adjusting to a new normal takes time. Just as I remind myself that I get to swimbikerun during IM training, I’m reminding myself during marathon training that I get to run all the miles (and pet all the vizslas – because I always stop for the vizslas). It’s just different – and that’s ok.
hot pink HOKAs, finally!