Ironman training week 8.
Two months down, uh.. some.. number of months to go. Not quite 3? That sounds about right.
This was a much-needed recovery week, with only one workout a day for M-Th and Friday off. Theoretically. Swimclass was rained out on Wednesday, and it was too late and I was too lazy to try to swim on my own before the storm hit that evening. I figured.. recovery week. So that's my first missed workout. Got that out of the way!
Then we ended our easy recovery week with a bike time trial Thursday evening. The good news is, I haven't gotten appreciably SLOWER! I think I am getting faster on the bike over longer distances, but I definitely don't excel at 8 mile time trials. I seem to be very consistent around the same range each time.
Then an off day Friday, while we traveled to Enchanted Rock for a weekend of camping. Friday night was rather wretched, since it was INCREDIBLY windy, with massive gusts hitting our tent every few minutes, meaning basically no sleep for anyone except Jamie, who evidently can sleep through anything. Saturday was 65 miles of riding at the LBJ ride, which started out a horrible, horrible day, and turned out to be beautiful weather, great company, green fields and flowers, and hills and headwinds. Overall a good, tiring ride. A post on that is forthcoming.
Saturday night they put out a Wind Advisory for Enchanted Rock, which they hadn't done for Friday night, so we figured it was going to be even WORSE, and that wasn't good. And.. there was no wind. I think they got their days confused. But that meant we actually got some sleep before waking up at 5am to head across the park to do the Enchanted Rock Extreme Duathlon. I originally signed up for this because Matt was doing it, and I wanted to camp, and I figured I might as well do the event, too. It combined some of my worst disciplines (trail running and cycling), and sounded really tough and un-frilled, so I had some dread going in. But it turned out to be a ton of fun (though also tough and lightly-frilled, but much better than I thought), and I'm so glad I did it. Race report on that to come, as well.
Then a tired drive back to Austin, and it all starts back up again tomorrow. With tired, tired, tired calves, hamstrings and quads, and a lot of windburn.
This was a much-needed recovery week, with only one workout a day for M-Th and Friday off. Theoretically. Swimclass was rained out on Wednesday, and it was too late and I was too lazy to try to swim on my own before the storm hit that evening. I figured.. recovery week. So that's my first missed workout. Got that out of the way!
Then we ended our easy recovery week with a bike time trial Thursday evening. The good news is, I haven't gotten appreciably SLOWER! I think I am getting faster on the bike over longer distances, but I definitely don't excel at 8 mile time trials. I seem to be very consistent around the same range each time.
Then an off day Friday, while we traveled to Enchanted Rock for a weekend of camping. Friday night was rather wretched, since it was INCREDIBLY windy, with massive gusts hitting our tent every few minutes, meaning basically no sleep for anyone except Jamie, who evidently can sleep through anything. Saturday was 65 miles of riding at the LBJ ride, which started out a horrible, horrible day, and turned out to be beautiful weather, great company, green fields and flowers, and hills and headwinds. Overall a good, tiring ride. A post on that is forthcoming.
Saturday night they put out a Wind Advisory for Enchanted Rock, which they hadn't done for Friday night, so we figured it was going to be even WORSE, and that wasn't good. And.. there was no wind. I think they got their days confused. But that meant we actually got some sleep before waking up at 5am to head across the park to do the Enchanted Rock Extreme Duathlon. I originally signed up for this because Matt was doing it, and I wanted to camp, and I figured I might as well do the event, too. It combined some of my worst disciplines (trail running and cycling), and sounded really tough and un-frilled, so I had some dread going in. But it turned out to be a ton of fun (though also tough and lightly-frilled, but much better than I thought), and I'm so glad I did it. Race report on that to come, as well.
Then a tired drive back to Austin, and it all starts back up again tomorrow. With tired, tired, tired calves, hamstrings and quads, and a lot of windburn.