countdown to richmond - 1 month
one month.
that's 2 1/2 weeks of race-specific training & intensity, with a 10-day taper.
last week i felt like shit, leveled by such a deep fatigue that all i wanted to do when i got home from work was curl up on the sofa and nap... so i did. i wondered whether the chills i had were lyme disease or a low-grade fever. i wondered whether i will ever race well at worlds.
this week has been better. i went to the track tues nite for the first time in months. i ran quarters (3x[5x400m @ 5K pace w/100m recovery]) by myself because the only person close to my speed was AJ, and if i'd run with him our workout would have degenerated into a pissing contest from which it'd take me a week to recover. during our warmup i noticed he was running uncharacteristically creakily.
- what's YOUR problem.
- oh, i crashed at the race on saturday.
- again?!? - this is the same guy who rode into a goose and crashed on a training ride back in july and believe me, we haven't tired of mining that incident for snappy comments & rejoinders. a sudden realisation strikes. - oh jesus, AJ. of all the races to lay it down, you have to choose the race our CYCLING team puts on?!? - he's abashed, as well he should be.
- i know. and it was right out of transition, too. at the first corner - which means EVERYONE saw, and our multisport rep for being laughably bad bike handlers has been reestablished - but it wasn't my fault, really! there was a course marshal there saying look out for the puddle, but what he didn't mention was the big pothole the puddle was hiding. i hit that and flew out of the saddle.
- nice job, holmes. did anyone else hit this "pothole"?
- ummmm no... but hey, where were you? why didn't you race?
- sorry! have to pee!! - and i darted into the fieldhouse.
the quarters were neither fast nor slow, but they were dead-consistent (88-89 sec) and it felt good to open up. yesterday afternoon, after procrastinating for hours, i climbed on the bike for some 7min intervals which weren't as excruciating as they looked on paper. today LAF and i will do an easy hour-long brick and a week's training will be in the bank.
maybe i will make tollhouse cookies tonite.
11 comments:
good onya! pleased to hear that you are happy with what you achieved.
Well done on breaking the weary. And I am filthy jealous of your weeks training being over. I at some stage today must trot out a 15 k today and it's giving me fanny rot even thinking about it. FANNY ROT I TELL YOU!
are you against it???
iphone says it is 59F and raining in dublin, 57 and night-time in sydney. from the 6-day forecast, it looks like newark, DE is the place to be, even better than cupertino for once.
are you sore from yesterday?
It only hurts if I stretch or reach for things. Although I would faint if I sneezed.
Yarra fuck it, I've got a thing to finish up here and send and then I'll FORCE myself upstairs and into my runners, even if I curse and complain I know I'll go. I"m that much of a masochist
I'm going to skin the bigger of the cats alive if he doesn't stop being a moanycunt today too. I've had to call him down off the neighbour's window twice. Next time I"m going to call him down using a water ballon.
...2 to go.
and, you will feel better after you run. or else we'd just stay home and drink rioja.
Don't tempt me.
Say, are you nervous about next month? You know you're going to rock the shit out of it. Right?
no i don't but i appreciate the vote of confidence. i'm not nervous yet -- it's too far away still. are you?
Yes. I seem to have crammed a lot of training into the last few weeks once I decided my ankle wasn't going to fall off-thank you doctor 'Lumpy'. And like you last week I'm feeling a bit tired this week.
I expect I'll snap out of it. I"m doing a 25 k on Sunday, at 30 the following week and then I'm going to take it handy after that until race day. But every time I say the words '26 miles' I get the same feeling I get when someone says, 'there's no more rum left' , you know, dumstruck.
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