Tidbits, Wes-isms, and Revelations
Triathlon training is in full swing. I find myself staring at a lot of twos (2s): swim twice, bike, twice, run twice, strength twice. The routine I am following seems to be working for me fairly well. It just so happens the days I work from home are my swim days. I pay my $3.00 to rent a lane (loosely speaking) at the Mountain View Aquatic Center. This is a top notch facility and meets my needs perfectly, even if I have to drive twenty-five minutes to get there.
I am following the 15 week sprint plan from the book, "Training Plans for Multi-sport Athletes". After two weeks, I find myself missing my coach. Does anyone want to fill in for her? Here are the criteria:
- Must be around 4 ft 2 inches tall*
- A professional triathlete
- Wit of untold sharpness
- Able to proscribe interesting workouts without thought
- Have bad swim math
- Have soft, if short, shoulder to cry on
- infinite patience
- and the kicker, work for $25.00 a month or trade for poor IT skillz...
Anyone wishing to apply for the job, please feel free to contact me at my e-mail address. No solicitations please.
Despite missing two workouts last week (for my anniversary), things have been going well. Til, this weekend, almost all of my workouts have been indoors. I managed to get out Saturday for a long run. The plan called for forty-five minutes. I, however, felt the need for something longer. I ended up doing 6.15 miles in a little over an hour. My faith was justified as my legs felt wonderful after the run. This continues to prove that for now, my base training is all about reviving my cardiovascular system.
Sunday, Dee Dee wanted to ride her bike outside. We made the thirty-five minute ride to the Silver Comet Trail. It was around fifty degrees when we started. I like being warm when I ride. I wore tights and dragged out my Ironman cycling jacket for the first time. The first ten or fifteen minutes, the clothing was just right, but then I started to sweat and ended up a tad bit warm. I find myself re-learning how to dress, which is amusing. I'll take slightly too warm over slightly too cold anyday.
After my ride, I hustled to the soccer field and refereed for 260 minutes. Half way through my last game, I was really feeling it in my legs. The league sent an assessor out to comment on our games, and I got some really good advice. I am excited about this new opportunity. Hands on training has been few and far between in the seven years I have been officating. I fully realize that, in the future, I will need to incorporate officiating into my training plan. My poor knees took a pounding on the hard soccer fields, and I don't want to over do it.
I will leave you with this interesting tidbit I gleaned from a professional triathlete's blog:
No matter how fit I am, training hurts!
Have a great week everybody!
* she's not really 4'2" :-)