Lola is currently staring at me with those big brown puppy dog eyes, just begging me to play with her. She desperately needs a haircut and a bath — I feel like the world’s worst puppy mother as I’m opting to write this recap instead. Oh the woes of blog writing. How am I ever to survive?
So here goes week eight:
Mon., 3/4: Swim
2,350 yards followed by a “take a picture but don’t let anyone realize that you’re taking an idiotic selfie.” Selfie, check. Idiotic, double check.
Tues., 3/5: Run
I made my way around town to find a suitable hill for some repeats. I found this little guy but I think I’ll be on the lookout for something else for the next hill repeat session. Nonetheless, gasping for air prior to work never felt so good.
Wed., 3/6: Ride, Run & Swim
I had to move my training around a bit and somehow I managed to do a mini triathlon on Wednesday. Trainer ride, transition run and after work swim. This was the tear off your shirt, pound your fists on your chest and mutter mutant-like ramblings of how you totally feel on top of things right then.
Thurs., 3/7: Ride
And then, after my hulk-like Wednesday, my personal mojo got the best of me as I eeked out a less than stellar trainer ride. Highs and lows, baby, that’s what Ironman training is all about.
Fri., 3/8: Yoga
Let’s get a little blood flow, ankle juice moving around prior to Saturday’s race. I welcomed this easy day with open arms.
Sat., 3/9: Lucky Half Marathon
Plus, Lola got to get in a mad shred-sesh while I was running.
Sun., 3/10: Ride & Run
Back to our week of highs and lows, I met up with Cate to do my long ride and transition run. Funny thing happened though: someone filled our shoes with concrete. Those SOBs! Thankfully, we both weren’t feeling it so I cut my ride short (hint: listen to my body) and felt my ankle and achy hips on the transition run, but at least we ran with the cutest mini-person ever!
I closed out week 8 with:
9 hours and 24 minutes of training:
4,750 yards swimming
69 miles cycling
22 miles running
30 minutes yoga
Help me feel like not the biggest idiot ever — do you sneak selfies at the pool/gym?
Guilty as charged (I workout by myself — this blog wouldn’t have any photos without them!)