Another training week DOWN, officially putting me one week closer to Ironman Florida. Yes, it is exactly 7 weeks from yesterday. Mother eff’ing huge GULP.
Don’t tell anyone, but my confidence is in the toilet. I know with IM training, there are highs and lows. I don’t think my mental state has ever been this challenged while training. I am constantly having to assure myself I can do things when my body just really wants to stop. These long training weekends are kind of taking a toll. Wah, wah.
Yesterday I rode for 4 hours (~69 miles). I had to come home in the middle to change out my seat because my crotch hurt. There is no nice way to sugar coat it. SORE CROTCH! This did give me a chance to eat a huge piece of my mom’s apple cake with cream cheese frosting. They should make a GU in that flavor.
I came in from my ride, in the zone, mentally preparing for a 7 mile run. It was hot, my legs were fried and I was in a bad mood about the whole thing.
Emma was practicing the piano and teaching herself to play “Imagine” by John Lennon.
She wanted me to hang out and listen. I told her no, just let me get this run done, then I will have all day to do that. She kept pushing me, and finally I blew - “Please don’t make this any harder for me than it already is! I said NO!” Nice mom moment. Does this child not understand what a “brick” is? There is no time for piano recitals in the transition between bike and run (although to my credit, I did come home and listen afterwards).
The run sucked because I was hot and tired and dehydrated. All I kept thinking was, “there is no way in hell I am going to be able to come off a 2.4 mile swim, a 112 mile bike and then run a marathon.” I really psyched myself out on this one. Plus, I ate the worst gel ever (peanut butter GU) and it disgusted me.
I had to spend the rest of the day pumping myself back up from my pathetic mental state. I think I am going to buy something like this and wear it through November 2. When I am having a pity party I’ll just have to look at my wrist:
I am usually pretty mentally strong, so feeling this way is different. I’ve just never tackled anything this big. I don’t want to just suffer through 140.6 miles, I want to be strong, to push, to take it all in and enjoy the day.
After 5 hours and 10 minutes of training I went to Subway. I have never gotten a foot long sub in my life, mostly because I just can’t handle all those inches (TWSS). But yesterday I downed that Buffalo Chicken 12 incher like no one’s business. I looked at this website which calculates the calories in all Subway subs (depending on cheese, condiments, etc.). Really cool. I wanted to make sure I was making up for all of my burned calories: 930 calories – that should do it!
Take Two! This morning was a 2 hour ride (~34 miles), followed by a 4 mile run. More obstacles. First, two flat tires.
As Ken did the labor, I had a chance to take some pictures. What a gorgeous morning to be alive in Boulder County.
Tons of hot air balloons out today – I want to do that someday.
One of my dream houses:
A torso selfie:
Later we rode by one of our favorite places to run/walk Heidi. Totally destroyed by the flood. The shitter actually fell into the river bed (also one of my favorite shitters, has saved me many times). Very sad.
I was happy to have 14.5 hours of training done for the week. Doesn’t everyone just sit in the middle of their kitchen floor when they are tired?
Summary For the Week:
Swim: 6,400 yards (~3.7 miles)
Bike: 124.5 miles
Run: 27.3 miles
Total Miles: 155.5
Total # of workouts: 12
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What’s your favorite Subway sub? Can you handle 12”? Lately I’m on a Buffalo Chicken kick, but usually it’s the Tuscan Chicken.
Ever been on a hot air balloon ride? Do you recommend it?
What’s the last “bad” mom moment you’ve had?
SUAR
