Ironman Meltdown #1

I knew it was going to happen.  Just when and where was the question.  Well, it was on Feb. 13, 2016, in my bedroom - my first ironman meltdown.  I thought it would happen on a Saturday during a long brick workout, miles away from the car after everyone else finish and I was still running.  It did happen on a Saturday, but instead of being in the middle of a huge brick, I was putting my bike on the trainer. The weather forecast didn't look good at 5:00AM when I would be leaving for spinning and to top if off it was going to be around zero degrees, so I gave up my bike for class.  Thinking is would be the perfect day: sleep in a little, have a leisurely breakfast (egg whites and wheat toast) and then get on the trainer for a quick 2 hour ride while I Skype part of the ride with my friend Michelle in Maryland.  We have been trying to "ride together" on our trainers and get caught up on our life events while getting some miles in.  Michelle called and she said she was on her trainer.  I took a little too leisurely breakfast and wasn't ready to start.  I had to put my bike back on the trainer after getting new pedals put on.(THANKS KEVIN!)  I took the bike to my bedroom where the trainer lives and thought I could get it on and start to ride within 5 minutes.  I thought I got my bike on, but it was leaning to one side.  Michelle was riding away on the iPad, while watching me struggle.  I googled how to put a bike on a trainer, watched videos and read manuals.  Nothing worked.  Time was ticking away.  After about 35 minutes, Michelle was done with her ride and wished me luck on my struggle.  By this time I was covered in grease and so frustrated I was ready to cry.  Options - just screw it and take the day off or try one more time.  Of course I would try one more time!  This time I had pieces fall off the trainer,,,,,that was it......the breakdown began.  I'm thinking I'm training to be an Ironman and I can't even get my bike on the trainer!! WHAT AM I DOING???? The tears started streaming down my checks.  Knowing I would feel so guilty if I miss my long Saturday workout, I would just go to the YMCA and get on the spinning bike, run my 4 miles on the treadmill and head to the pool.  I kept crying, but packed up my bag and off I went in 10 degree weather to the Y.  Got to the locker room to get organized and NO running shoes.  So the tears started again and cycle shoes got thrown across the locker room.  I was not going home, I will just skip my run.   But of course, I would feel guilty if I missed my run.  I got on the bike, with a red face and bad attitude.  It was going to be a long two hours!  The more I road, the better I felt.  Part way into the ride, my training buddy, Shari texted me and ask when I was going to swim.  I proceeded to her about my breakdown.  Being the best training buddy a girl could have, she went to my house and got my shoes so we could do the run and get in the pool for a quick 2000 yard swim.  Luckily the more I worked out the more my mood approved.  By the end of the swim, I had a PR on a 25 yard sprint (24 sec).   I'm sure this is the first of many Ironman meltdowns!  I just hope I remember how this one ended, with a PR!!