...the raised dose of Synthroid, I mean. Friday's intervals were a bit better than I expected, but I cut the workout down a fair amount--it was supposed to be 3x 200/200 rest-400/400 rest--600/600 rest--800/8 min rest. I cut it down by skipping two of the 800's, so it ended up to be quite a short workout. But it went sort of OK--I actually had a couple of 42-second laps, which is faster than I've skated in a while. I thought that maybe things were looking up. But then I did a trail skate on Sunday with the Hubster and my sister Energizer Bunny and her husband Sherpa Boy (the guys biked while we skated). It was only 10 miles, and I went super slow--Energizer Bunny blew by me again about one mile into the skate and I was trudging along on my own after that--but I was still totally wiped afterwards. As in "drive home, get out of the car, walk upstairs into the bedroom, lie down on the bed and sleep for two-and-a-half-hours" wiped.
This is really getting old. (Or maybe I am).
Anyway, along with the "tired" comes the "cranky" and the "I really don't care if my skinsuit doesn't fit, I'm crabby and I want another cookie, dammit." (And a cupcake. And a PopTart. Or two.) Add to that the fact that the lab results that my doctor's assistant assured me on Thursday (after telling me a week previously that she would do it , and then not doing it) that she had "just copied and dropped in the mail" have not yet arrived. (Yes, that's horribly incomprehensible sentence structure. I really don't care. I'm cranky. (See what the Hubster and the dog have to put up with?) Not that the lab results are critical for me to have, but I do like to know the numbers, and I've been waiting almost three weeks now...
So tomorrow is supposed to be a 4x6k workout. The heatwave has broken and the weather looks nice, but I have a suspicion that it won't matter...I'm afraid there's a whole lot of "sucky" headed my way tomorrow morning. I'll probably modify the workout to 4x4k, but if recent workouts have been anything of a predictor, I'll have trouble skating more than 3 laps in a row without standing up to rest my back; 4k is 10 laps, 6 is 15. 15 is not happening. 10 is looking iffy, as well.
Yes, I know there are a lot bigger problems out there than being slow, tired, fat, and cranky. And I really shouldn't complain; at least I'm tired and cranky when I'm off for the summer instead of during the school year.
Still, I'm mighty sick of this.