Let’s get the bad news out of the way first.
During the move from California to Oregon, I was provided movers to take care of packing, moving and unloading my stuff. Not only was this a great benefit, but I trusted that my stuff would be handled with care, especially the two items I marked as “high value” and paid extra insurance for.
Lesson learned, there is no such thing as “moving with care.” I listed my bike as one of the insured items and believed that with the extra insurance, it would get some semblance of white glove service. I saw them roll it out of my old apartment and then roll it back in to my new apartment, so truth be told, I’m not sure how they packed it (in a bike box? Just thrown in the truck?).
When I FINALLY got my bike back a week ago, I immediately popped it in the trainer, got the pedals back on and hopped on the trainer to reintroduce my legs to cycling. Sadly, that’s when it all started to go downhill. The right shifter wouldn’t budge – at all. Ugh.
I sent a very upset email to the moving company and arranged to take my bike to a local, and highly regarded, triathlon shop in the Portland area. Fast-forward 30 minutes and the service rep came around the corner and told me, “I’ve got bad news…”
You’d think I was sitting in a hospital waiting room and the doctor had come out to describe the diagnosis. “You’re bike has come down with a sever case of frame crack-itis.”
Or what he really told me, “Your frame is cracking because of XYZ (my mind just locked onto the words “FRAME” and if I try to do XYZ it will…DIE.”
No, Dora, no, no! (Purely overdramatizing this for blog-reading purposes, but it’s how I felt at the time). The rep took photos and called a Trek dealer only to find out that they don’t make my frame anymore. So…now I’m waiting on the dealer to tell me next steps and will be in contact with the movers this week. I am NOT a happy camper and would like my BFF on two wheels back asap. More to come soon…
Now on to the CIM week 1 training recap.
In one word I can say it was this: humbling. As I’ve spoken about in the past blog posts, I’m really struggling with recovering from IMCDA. My legs don’t have the gusto they used to and apparently, this is happening to other IMCDA-ers that I’ve talked to.
Coach McMillan reassured me that this phase is all about reintroducing my legs back to running and it’s very much a conservative approach. My mental eagerness would have to take a backseat as my body starts moving again after eight weeks of recovery.
As I made my way out to various runs over the week, I was taken back to the start of IMCDA training. I had just gotten the clear to run with my brace, but it was literally one mile at a time. It was beyond frustrating as I managed the pain and my very evident lack of fitness. However, with patience and persistence, I was able to regain what I had once lost. It will be the same this time around.
Couple this with some real post-Ironman depression (yup, I got it) and a new type of running (holy hell Portland, you can’t run here and NOT run hills), I was struggling.
I’m already questioning whether my goals are too aggressive for this race, but whether I achieve them at CIM or a different, they ARE my goals for this year. Patience, grasshoppa.
Mon., 8/12: Strength Training
45 minutes with the Nike Training Club app. I do the beginner classes and they still kick my ass.
Tues., 8/13: Build Endurance Run
40 minutes of what I will say is a standard Portland run: climbing mother freaking hills. They are everywhere is this city. You can’t escape them
Wed., 8/14: Strength Training
Core and upper. Starting next week, these days will actually be 40-60 min. cross-training cardio sessions with strength training peppered in.
Thurs., 8/15: Trail Run
Fri., 8/16: Easy Run
Thursday’s run was so gorgeous, I revisited yesterday’s route, solo this time.
Sat., 8/17: Long Run
8 miles. My Ironman brain is beating myself up over this humbling run. Let’s just say I have some work to do and I need to remember, “WE ARE STARTING CONSERVATIVE FOR A REASON!”
Sun., 8/18: Yoga
Flexibility yoga to get those hips open and the psoas stretched!
So if it’s not evident by now, I’m dealing with the loss of Dora and some mental vs. physical ability issues right now. I’m still in the Ironman frame of mind and I’m missing it dearly. I’ll keep reminding myself to trust in the training, have patience and to put in the hard work because it will all work out…it always does.