There's no place like home

I am soooo glad to be back in my own bed, in control of my nutrition again instead of being at the mercy of New World Wakefield Street, and I'm even more pleased to be back in my gym for a session with my fantastic trainer this morning. I'm starting to think that travelling for fun while training for triathlons isn't such a great plan. I like to be in realtive control of my environment (e.g. not in a total dictatorial way, but being the mistress of my own destiny instead of having to rely on supermarkets and suboptimal gyms in farway cities). I found this trip rather disconcerting and quite stressful! I think that maybe if it had been Sydney or Melbourne, it would have been different :-) I am starting to feel a bit sore and might have overdone the training today. I did two hours in the gym with increased weights and increased core training, a pace ride, and then a 500m swim at the pool up the road - I think it's time for a protein shake and a lie down! My measurements and skinfolds are all down, which rocks. My weight aint shifting, but my bodyfat is well down so clearly there is muscle going on and fat coming off. Awesome! Bet I'm going to hurt tomorrow...