Recovery.. Ew.

    So because I am still a young grasshopper in the world of triathlon training and contrary to my own narcissistic beliefs, I do not always know best, Coach SuperW took the wheel today and told me No. Afternoon. Workout. Once we started doing this tri-business, I realized I needed to clean up my act and listen to the woman who is 1. certified 2. experienced and 3. knows a crap ton more than I do about training, so I did what she said and spent the afternoon baking, eating frozen yogurt, and "donating" my savings account money to the library (I think I should get some sort of certificate for how much money my late fees have helped the library budget... today's grand total? 37 dollars).
    I hate recovery. Hate it hate it hate it. I would rather ride on the bike for 3 hours than lay on the couch with my feet up. I am not joking, either. Whenever Coach tells me to take it easy, she either types it twice, underlines it, or adds in the phrase "and I am SERIOUS" along with it, because she knows if she gives me an inch, I'll take a yard. Today, though, I knew I needed the rest. It was so hard driving home from dinner with a friend tonight not to jump out of the car and jog around the neighborhood- it was perfectly cool out, the sun was setting, and there were NO  BUGS. But, I know that Coach knows best, and that even invincible redheads need rest days after two consecutive weekends of racing coupled with high running and biking mileage. Plus, the swimming set this morning was deceptive- started out with easy 50s drill, then 4x150 build, then 2x50 race. Plus side? GOT MY 50 TIME DOWN ANOTHER 3 SECONDS! Down side? Wow were my glutes hurting by the second go through.  
      Since I couldn't run or bike this afternoon, I decided to stay productive and bake! I went to my favorite food blog, http://chocolatecoveredkatie.com/ . She has the greatest dessert recipes- she somehow manages to make cookies, donuts, brownies, and cake good for you. I made the cake-batter donuts, chocolate chip cookies, and Chocolate-peanut butter cups. I was out of vanilla extract, so everything was banana flavored, since all we had was imitation banana extract, but that's fine with me. I once spent 3 months only baking banana bread in the hopes of finding the "perfect" recipe, and when I was little, I ate like 4 bananas a day, so any time I can get some extra nanner-flavor in, I am a happy camper.
  In other news, I turn 18 in a little over a week. Wanna know the first thing that comes to mind about that number? No, it's not, "Hey, I can now buy porn, cigarettes, and lotto tickets!" It's "Crap, I only have at most 2 years left in my age group before I move into a more competitive bracket!!!!" Ah, the life of a teenage triathlete.