Monday: Rest
Tuesday: Swim 1 hour, Ride 1 hour
Wednesday: Swim 1 hour
Thursday: Ride 1 hour
Friday:Ride 1 hour
Saturday: Ride 2:45
Sunday: Run 1 hour; walk all over fricken town in fricken heels for mother's day from 10:30 AM to 5PM :(
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total: 8:45; just over half the volume prescribed. Loverly.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
PB: Week 17
M - Run 32 min/3.8 mi easy. HR 131.
F - Bike 53 min/13 mi. HR 130.
Total: 1:25
Two weeks to go. Guess you can say I'm tapering.
F - Bike 53 min/13 mi. HR 130.
Total: 1:25
Two weeks to go. Guess you can say I'm tapering.
Friday, May 9, 2008
YSL: Poetry Friday
On the days you feel in the dumps
Highly confu-sed
Both your energy
and your mo'
Have dipped into the red
Most often, at these times
in conjunction with the cosmic timescale
your body
kicks in
Without fail
On the bike you feel faster
On your own two feet
you are too
In the pool you swim like
the whale they call Shamu...
But at the end of it all
What pulls you out of your funk
isn't yourself--
or your workouts--
or any of that other junk
It's most likely
(for me, anyway)
The fact that my friends near and far
are suffering, too--
the exact same way.
Highly confu-sed
Both your energy
and your mo'
Have dipped into the red
Most often, at these times
in conjunction with the cosmic timescale
your body
kicks in
Without fail
On the bike you feel faster
On your own two feet
you are too
In the pool you swim like
the whale they call Shamu...
But at the end of it all
What pulls you out of your funk
isn't yourself--
or your workouts--
or any of that other junk
It's most likely
(for me, anyway)
The fact that my friends near and far
are suffering, too--
the exact same way.
Monday, May 5, 2008
LT: Week 17
S: 10 mins bike
M: 25 mins bike. Painful
Total: 35 mins
I'm cancelling my next 2 weeks of races (including the cyclo-sportive I've been looking forward to for about 2 years). I can barely walk. No chance for cycling and certainly none for running. Will try swimming this week sometime. Don't hold out much hope though ... pretty much everything hurts. This is the time I was aiming to be getting into my racing season. I feel very tempted to ditch 2008 and pick up again in September. I just don't know what the point is in continuing and having these great weeks ... fortnights even, followed by dire periods of depression and zero training. I just don't think I can sustain it. And it's not very fair on my family either. I can't tell you how much this sucks.
M: 25 mins bike. Painful
Total: 35 mins
I'm cancelling my next 2 weeks of races (including the cyclo-sportive I've been looking forward to for about 2 years). I can barely walk. No chance for cycling and certainly none for running. Will try swimming this week sometime. Don't hold out much hope though ... pretty much everything hurts. This is the time I was aiming to be getting into my racing season. I feel very tempted to ditch 2008 and pick up again in September. I just don't know what the point is in continuing and having these great weeks ... fortnights even, followed by dire periods of depression and zero training. I just don't think I can sustain it. And it's not very fair on my family either. I can't tell you how much this sucks.
YSL: New Kit Weirdness; Invasive Species Suckage
Folks--
I have to confess, I find it annoying that the new kit, whilst lovely and red and blue and Union-Jack-y, is plastered all over with "Ironman." Now, I understand that this is merely a function of the fact that Ironman brand has now been extended from events to a clothing and equipment line, but it feels really stupid to me in strict terms of branding.
Follow me here:
1. I am not competing in an Ironman. I am competing in a HALF-Ironman.
2. The Ironman corporation, which "owns" all "Iron-distance" events, has tacked onto its roster the Half-Ironman distance, which it's now calling "70.3." Which, by the way, is also trademarked to within an inch of its life.
It follows that, in an attempt to preserve the Ironman name, Ironman has prevented any triathlon organization, unless said body pays the Ironman organization or has some other arrangement with them, from using the terms "Ironman" or "70.3." This is why you see a lot of events with random distances on them that are just slightly off of Ironman distance or 70.3 distance. This all makes sense to me.
Why, then, are you insisting that someone who's competing in a 70.3 distance event wear the Ironman logo? This seems like it's devaluing the Ironman brand, no?
I, for one, would steadfastly refuse, except that my fund-raising agreement with Rotary International requires that I wear the kit during the race, and that smart training suggests that I train in the clothes I'm going to race in.
I will say, however, that I feel like a big, fat poseur, wearing the Ironman logo when I'm not racing the Ironman distance.
Jim and I spent three hours Saturday pluckingGarlic Mustard from the Butternut Preserve in Crystal Lake. It was part of a delayed Earth Day project. It's an invasive species, you see. The organization we worked with has a goal of picking 100,000 pounds of the stuff out of this one park. Craziness.
Anyway, Sunday I woke up with completely locked hamstrings. So much for my scheduled run and ride. So infinitely depressed. They are marginally less locked today after some painful stretching last night, but god! what a lousy way to get back on the horse.
I have to confess, I find it annoying that the new kit, whilst lovely and red and blue and Union-Jack-y, is plastered all over with "Ironman." Now, I understand that this is merely a function of the fact that Ironman brand has now been extended from events to a clothing and equipment line, but it feels really stupid to me in strict terms of branding.
Follow me here:
1. I am not competing in an Ironman. I am competing in a HALF-Ironman.
2. The Ironman corporation, which "owns" all "Iron-distance" events, has tacked onto its roster the Half-Ironman distance, which it's now calling "70.3." Which, by the way, is also trademarked to within an inch of its life.
It follows that, in an attempt to preserve the Ironman name, Ironman has prevented any triathlon organization, unless said body pays the Ironman organization or has some other arrangement with them, from using the terms "Ironman" or "70.3." This is why you see a lot of events with random distances on them that are just slightly off of Ironman distance or 70.3 distance. This all makes sense to me.
Why, then, are you insisting that someone who's competing in a 70.3 distance event wear the Ironman logo? This seems like it's devaluing the Ironman brand, no?
I, for one, would steadfastly refuse, except that my fund-raising agreement with Rotary International requires that I wear the kit during the race, and that smart training suggests that I train in the clothes I'm going to race in.
I will say, however, that I feel like a big, fat poseur, wearing the Ironman logo when I'm not racing the Ironman distance.
Jim and I spent three hours Saturday pluckingGarlic Mustard from the Butternut Preserve in Crystal Lake. It was part of a delayed Earth Day project. It's an invasive species, you see. The organization we worked with has a goal of picking 100,000 pounds of the stuff out of this one park. Craziness.
Anyway, Sunday I woke up with completely locked hamstrings. So much for my scheduled run and ride. So infinitely depressed. They are marginally less locked today after some painful stretching last night, but god! what a lousy way to get back on the horse.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
YSL: New kit!
Nothing like a set of shiny, very loud, new triathlon clothes to get you all amped up for getting back on the saddle again. The Rotary came through like gangbusters, and everything feels pretty much true to size, although my slacking off this week has made everything look sausage-like.
Sigh. Dress clothes are every so much more forgiving.
I get to wear the Union Jack on my arse, by the way. How sexy is that?
Sigh. Dress clothes are every so much more forgiving.
I get to wear the Union Jack on my arse, by the way. How sexy is that?
Friday, May 2, 2008
YSL: Poetry Friday
New Shoes
Otherwise in my life
New shoes equate joy.
The spirits they lift, the wallet they deplete
Nevertheless, I'm like a child with a new toy.
This week I've discovered
A lesson long-told
For me it's had to be repeated
Ten--nay, one-hundred fold
It's a tale of new sneakers
A pair determined to ruin
My gait, my arches, my back
Of late.
So it's with some trepidation
That I lace them back up again
I've no one to blame but myself
for a week spent recovering's lost gain--
Twelve slow miles on new shoes equates
Not joy,
But a foam roller--
Guess that's my new new toy.
Otherwise in my life
New shoes equate joy.
The spirits they lift, the wallet they deplete
Nevertheless, I'm like a child with a new toy.
This week I've discovered
A lesson long-told
For me it's had to be repeated
Ten--nay, one-hundred fold
It's a tale of new sneakers
A pair determined to ruin
My gait, my arches, my back
Of late.
So it's with some trepidation
That I lace them back up again
I've no one to blame but myself
for a week spent recovering's lost gain--
Twelve slow miles on new shoes equates
Not joy,
But a foam roller--
Guess that's my new new toy.
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