Weekly Run-Down

Swam: 10,000m

Rode: 126 miles

Ran: 24 miles

Strength training: 0… oops

Total hours: 16

Phew! Another week of records for me for amount swam, rode and overall training time. I was really suffering this week getting back into the heat. My runs were slow and really really sweaty. But then again that’s almost always the case. Hearing your shoes squish because there is so much sweat in them is such a magical sound. Also, watching your husband’s expression when you try to get into his car (there was a towel on the seat) after running is priceless. He didn’t seem to believe me that I had just finished wiped myself down and was somehow already covered in sweat again.

Friday I explored new territory during my ride. I got to moo at some cows and almost ride into some very large vultures who decided to leave their meal and fly right in front of me. I’m starting to think it’s impossible to go on a ride where you don’t pass several churches. Or better yet, churches without a cemetery. It seems the further out you go, the fewer houses there are and the more churches with cemeteries there are. The ratio boggles my mind. I also made my first horrible attempt at a selfie while riding. I know, judge me for being that person. I judge myself.

From then on I got a lot of quality girl time since the hubby was out of town. The best part of hanging out with fellow runners is we are all equally lame and want to drink water and go to bed early. Friday included us whipping up a meal and watching half a movie (bed time!). Saturday started with the run downtown and farmers market for bread routine, and it was all topped off with pedicures and Magic Mike XXL … a girl can’t ask for much more.

Sunday was a weird mixture of ride, run, ride, run. This was so I could ride with some new people which is always enjoyable especially when you keep riding the same loop. I decided to split the run up since I had time in between the rides. Each run was a sad 1.5 miles which included walking. When I had to walk during my short run after my last 60 mile rides, I was so frustrated. I felt disappointed in myself that I had to walk and that I couldn’t even bring myself to finish the distance I had planned. This time, I was at peace with my decision to walk and do such a pitiful distance. I knew I was still putting the effort into the run that I needed to. It was hot, I was tired and my HR was staying up which is all I can really ask for. Being annoyed at myself was not going to accomplish anything. Instead I focused on the positives. I’m slowly figuring out how to fuel. I brought enough calories and didn’t even eat a lot of it but never hit a low point. I figured out that 4.5 bottles of water/EFS for 60 miles on the bike and 3 miles of running is not enough water on a hot day. Not even with the extra bottle I was able to fill at a church (ha of course a church). Since 5.5 is not enough, now I’m thinking 7? I drank like crazy when I got home. I learned that I still need to play around with the calories I take in and how often to take them. Chugging mass amounts at once, which leads to burping, which leading to throwing up a bit in your mouth is not exactly ideal. So I learned and learned what else I need to learn. Progress, that’s what I’m here for. Hopefully forward moving progress.