Thursday-1 hr run (6.2miles)
Friday-1 hr bike (16 miles), 3000 yd swim
Saturday-4:57 bike (82 miles)
Sunday-1:31 run (9.2 miles)
Holy cow!! I haven't blogged forever! I hate it. I need to get my thoughts out otherwise I walk around talking to myself. It's sad.
I try really hard not to over book myself or my family but somehow things got a little crazy.
There is an end in sight though.
We are officially moved into our new house, our old house is sold and the new owners are happily enjoying our gorgeous tree.
We somehow managed to find all our luggage and beach supplies to make it out of the house for a week away in my happy place.
All though I wouldn't recommend leaving the week after you move and I'm sure I wouldn't have went on a vacation if this wasn't planned way before we decided to move, I'm still stoked to be here.
I love the beach and I always feel so refreshed when I come home.
Plus we are no worse for the wear, we managed to get out of the house with most of our stuff and without loosing our mind.
Well, most of us didn't loose our mind.
Of course it's up to debate whether he wasn't already a bit off to start with. :-)
And finally, Ironman is less than 6 weeks away!
There is definitely an end in sight.
Let's talk about this weekends training a minute and then I need to go dig my toes in some sand.
Since we were heading out of town Sunday I had to switch my run and bike days around. The family was not gonna let me stay out riding all day on Sunday when we could be on the road traveling to the beach. Ironman training is all about compromise; always trying to train without making your family crazy or have them start to resent all your training.
Balance and compromise should be the 1st chapter of all triathlon books.
Anyway moving my days meant I was facing a five hour ride alone.
Yikes! Can you imagine how crazy I would be after talking to myself for five hours? Scary.
Luckily Phil stepped up to keep me company for a few of those hours.
If your training partner is unavailable her husband is a pretty good replacement.
It was a gorgeous morning for a ride. Phil and I were pleasantly surprised by how cool it was down by the river. It's fall baby!
We planned a ride that had a lot more climbing than I have been doing on my long rides. I was a bit scared. Five hours is a long time to be on a bike and then add in hills and I freak a bit.
Especially when your riding partner just placed 8th at LOTOJA last month. He eats mountains for breakfast!
But he also knows the importance of following a training plan, so he let me set the pace. I didn't even hafta cry or anything.
It was a great ride and I felt amazing and strong the whole way. I pray I feel like this during Ironman. Amazing.
This was less than amazing. This is my thumbs up because it's the farthest I've ran since my crash and I feel I'm getting better but a doubtful I hope this gets better before Ironman look.(I love a good run on sentence, don't you?)
I feel like my hip is getting better. Each run I am getting farther and father without pain and when I'm done running it doesn't continue to hurt throughout the day, this is good. I just wish I had a bit more time to heal.
It is what it is.
I will see that finish line even if I have to walk there.
Right now though, I'm burying my head in the sand.
I got a stack of magazines to catch up on and a few waves to catch.