The goal of the week, quite frankly, has been survival. A 6+ mile run during the middle of the week is just not normal for me, and I calls it like I sees it. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed it in a "let's kill myself and smile" kind of way. It just... crushed me.
Up till the weekend, the workouts were light, yet sufficiently challenging. A couple of bikes, a swim, a light easy run... One would think I would be on the road to recovery. No? No....
OK. Yes... but I'm kickin and screamin along the way.
In a show no mercy kind of way, Coach prescribed a 2.5 hour and 1.5 hour run this weekend. Take that with a grain of salt. I told Liz I loved my workout block, and I do. She wanted me to do hill repeats, but let's face it. Unless I go up to the freakin mountains, there is no such thing as a 5 minute hill here in Georgia. One to two minute hills, we got those coming out the wazoo, but a five minute hill? Not so much.
Keeping with the SPIRIT of the workout, I headed to Cartersville, the land of hills and beer, to do my ride. I got up early, again, and arrived in the parking lot at 7:50 AM. Unfortunately, I had a bike kit bag malfunction, and was not able to get on the road until 8:15 with my spare tubs, canisters, and tools stuffed into my bike jersey and bento box.
I really enjoyed getting back to The Bud Plant ride. Something old, something new, dontcha know? I downloaded the new routes for 2009 and downloaded it into my Garmin (Thanks, Kim!). I gotz this fear of getting lost. With queue sheet in hand, I set out for my ride. The route changed quite a bit. There is still plenty of hills (remember, we gots tons of those little ones). I found myself riding the old route backwards a little. Everything went splendidly. I told the Garmin I wanted to do the route at 18 mph, and for the most part, I did fine. There was this one part where one minute I was three minutes ahead of schedule and the next time I looked I had fallen behind. WTH?
That was about the same time the Garmin told me I was off route. and the cow showed up. No kidding. There was a 2 ton cow walking down the road unsupervised. I laughed. He looked really cute with a 152 tag in his ear. He gave me this "I can totally take you look", and I laughed and rode off.
I was very grateful that the new route avoided all those hills at the end of the old one. I WAS TOAST. I still beat the Garmin by over 2 minutes, although the Forerunner 50 reported the mileage as 48.4. I also thought that I would wear my 2XU compression sleeves during the ride, and I say. Never again!! I was so glad to get them damn things off my legs. They are great for recovery, but riding? Not so much.
Saturday night, I decided to rehydrate with beer. Yea. It's been a while. I slept in too. Funny, I woke up at 6:30, 9:00, 9:15, 9:30, you get the idea. I came downstairs, had coffee, made breakfast for Dee Dee and the kids. Before you knew it, noon was fast approaching. Not to worry though. It is downright pleasant here in Georgia, in July. Unbelievable. I went for my run at noon, complete with Fuel belt, and gels, and THE most pleasant breeze for the entire run. I chose to do the 8.3 mile hill route in my neighborhood. My legs felt surprisingly good, and at times, I had to hold myself back from cutting loose. It was a good thing to, as coach wanted me to run for 15 minutes in Zone 3 at the end of my run, and by that time, I was definitely feeling it.
Zone 3, by the way, comes easy in my neighborhood.
1:28:33 ended up being my time. Not a stellar run by ANY stretch of the imagination, but I executed the workout perfectly, and I'm not so much hung up on time anymore that I even care. I got more workouts coming this week ;-)
I hope y'all had a great weekend!!