Friday I had planned to do another Open Water Swim, but wouldn't you know it the wind kicked up again and I just didn't have it in me to face that choppy water. So I busted out 1200 meters in the pool and went about my day. Can I tell you how awesome it feels to say that? Like 1200 meters is no big deal?!? On my homemade training plan, I built up my swim distance very, very slowly in anticipation of dreading every swim day and feeling nothing but panic in the water. On the plan, I was supposed to swim 500 meters on Friday and I went more than twice that distance! Of all the fitness gains I've made in the last few years, I think this is the one of which I am the most proud.
What did I do with the rest of my day? Well, thank you for asking, because I made this:
I'm no Martha Stewart, but I think it looks good in low resolution.
My son's birthday is next month, but we have such a hard time getting kids to attend his parties in the middle of summer, so I've moved his celebration up a month for the last two years. It works out great, you know, except that part where I have five screaming boys in my house for a sleepover...but I'll get to that in a minute.
Saturday I went out for a bike/run brick. After last week's race distance brick, I cut back a little on the bike and the run to a 12 and 2. It was windy again and I struggled a little mentally to keep focused (I knew those screaming boys were in my near future and I admit, my brain was nagging me about all the little details I hadn't finished for the party). My bike route was uneventful, which is a good thing. It was nice and early so I had very little traffic but somehow I still managed to hit every single red light on the route, can you believe it? I chose a running route that takes me on a hard-packed dirt trail for almost a mile, as practice for my tri which has similar conditions. The tricky path (don't get me wrong, it's not very technical, I just mean that it's not a paved street) definitely slowed my pace, but it was exciting to do something so different. A workout for my brain and my body, trying to figure out every footfall. Between the wind on the bike and the slower pace on the trail, I was convinced that the numbers would look like a crappy workout, but my final stats were still very respectable: 12.2 miles on the bike @17.8 mph, 2.07 miles on foot @8:17/mi.
By mid-day Saturday, the screaming boys had invaded. For many long hours I endured (without the help of The Hubs, because he was at work) the Nerf wars, the Super Smash Brothers Brawls, the water gun fights in the pool, Guitar Hero (the Metallica version, which is even louder), more Nerf wars and then, finally, the snoring of little boys. It will come as little surprise to you that, even though I was scheduled for a day off today and even though it was Father's Day, this morning I laced up my shoes and left the screaming boys to my husband so I could steal away for a quick 3-miler!
And, wow, it was really quick: 3.14 miles @ a 7:36 pace! I guess I had a little steam to run off, huh??
Well, thankfully, the screaming boys were gone by mid-morning and after I Lysol-ed every hard surface in the house I got on with the business of spoiling my husband for Father's Day. Somehow this "spoiling" involved me spending lots of time catching up on every else's blogs and I am officially JEALOUS of all the racers this weekend - Whitney and Average A and Kristen and MissZippy and ROJ and ajh and Julie and Cynthia. I haven't raced since March and I am absolutely itching to toe the line! Not to worry, though, I have two races in the next three weeks, so I'll get my fix soon enough.
In the meantime, happy training to us all!