Training is a funny thing. At the very beginning, it’s fun and motivating. But as the weeks go on, the novelty wears off and you have to find ways to get yourself out the door. Then, I always seem to hit a point as the event looms closer that the combo of physical exhaustion and nervousness at the proximity of the event turn me into a bit of a mess. It’s at these moments that you just have to take motivation where ever you can find it.
This weekend, I had to do a practice ride in my race wheels and new race kit. I made a plan to have T meet me in Snohomish, where we could do a short ride together and then get a slice of pie or something. Originally, I’d planned to leave early in the morning to avoid some of the multi-use path traffic. But I procrastinated and talked the boy into making banana pancakes for breakfast, so the denizens of the Burke Gilman were going to have to deal with this girl:
(I really wish I could have borrowed an aero helmet to complete the ensemble… ) It was a beautiful day, but I was still having a hard time getting my head in the game. I did my best to look at the scenery and get the work done. It took me a little longer to meet up with T than I wanted, but I found him eventually and we had a nice little ride together. There was a section where I could put the hammer down with the new wheels and pull T along, which was pretty awesome. All told, I got 60 miles on the bike – not too shabby. Afterward, I went out for a short brick run. It felt terrible for the first couple of minutes, per usual, but it actually felt pretty decent after that. And turned out that I was going much faster than I thought I was, which is never a bad thing. Then there was a delicious slice of pie with the boy in the sunshine, so it was a successful day all around.
The next morning was another tired/don’t wanna sort of morning. I had friends doing Ironman Coeur D’Alene, which provided excellent motivation and reminded me of what I’d be facing in one months time. (YIKES!) As an added incentive, T made biscuits for breakfast, which Wally was very interested in.
I needed to do a bit of open water practice, since I’d missed my opportunity last weekend. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been very good with the sunscreen yesterday and had a nice little sunburn on my back. That made the wetsuit very un-enjoyable. But even with gray skies and a little rain, Green lake was as smooth as glass without a hint of wind, so it was a pretty decent swim. T brought Wally to the lake for a little walk/swim. I tried to coax him out to swim with me, but he wasn’t having it. (I don’t think he wanted to leave T, sweet boy.)
Afterward, I rested up for a little bit and watched more Ironman coverage. Then it was back out the door for a run. I told myself that I had to do at least two loops of the lake, but got myself to do three, which made me happy. I felt pretty solid too, which was nice. We had a nice chicken dinner and got to see David finish his first Ironman. I know it’s been a goal of his since his bike crash before IM Canada in 2009, so I’m very happy for him.