YSL: Dunno What Day

...in the mid-50s.
I guess I'm forced to come up with a new system of accounting.
I greatly relished the flexibility that I exercised over the past week, and I don't mean being able to touch my toes.
Tuesdays are always insane for me. There's usually a pile of work garbage that needs to be done on top of the workout, which typically involves a swim and a bike, and then the CARA group run (and beer!) always falls on a Tuesday. Last week I exercised some creative accounting and ran enough to use that as an endurance run, and that made me happy.
It was a rough week: it was sixteen hours of workout, and I managed to squeeze them all in. The creative accounting wasn't all good; it left me with two days at the end of the week that were each three-workout days. Ick. I was joking with a friend that all I had planned this weekend was "work out, eat, sleep," but that's actually what happened. Some joke. Surprisingly, I also managed to squeeze in social engagements Tuessday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday and not feel too run-down about it.
This week looks like it'll be easier: two rest days, and then next week is my last week in preparation period.
I've been bad about wearing my heart-rate monitor, which is causing Jim to say all sorts of crazy things about cheating myself out of a good workout. He's probably right, but I just can't bring myself to add one more mental checkmark to my already long list of things to keep track of. Ugh. Guess I'll have to get over it.
Swim today; run this evening with CARA.