Monday was one of those mini-epic days. I started my Super Bowl partying on Saturday, and as a direct result of that, I was a total mess by Monday. If you want a precursor to what an Ironman marathon feels like, treat your body like shit for two days then do 1.5 to 2 hours of intense training.
Morning came early, and as is often the case when I am not quite yet sober, I did not want to get out of bed. I, however, fully realized that I had commitments. I don't know what dumb ass decided to book two workouts for the first time on (on a Monday) the Monday after the Super Bowl. When I find out, I'm going to Rochambeau him (as long as I get to go first).
All day at work, I was struggling to find any sense of a normal energy level. Copious amounts of coffee helped the morning fly by, but by the afternoon, I was toast. By close of business, I had leveled off at blah.
I drove to the gym straight from work. I had decided to make Monday a "real" training day and take Friday off as usual this week. That would make scheduling much easier. When I arrived, I was a bit peeved to see the Aqua Aerobics class using the pool. Come on, ole peeps! Isn't three times a week at 9AM enough? Against my better judgment, I opted to do my strength training first. Time is precious, ya know. Did I mention this was the first strength session where I moved up to two sets of each exercise? Ouch! By the time I made it into the pool, my entire body was busted, even though I intentionally held back. It made for a most interesting mediocre swim set.
Tuesday arrived: the final test. I had read my plan wrong. I was scheduled for an ET test (Effort Test) and not an EP test (Effort Pace, more like a TT). I was delighted to see this technical change. Also, I had the format of the test wrong. It goes some thing like this. Warm up, then raise your HR to 80% of your heart rate reserve (.8 * HRR + resting heart rate). Click go on the timer and record your time when you get to 1.5 miles.
I waited all day to take the test. I mean all day. It wasn't until American Idol was over at 9 PM before I finally made it to the gym. It took me almost a mile to fully warm up. When I hit start on the timer, I was running at 6.7 mph. I haven't run this fast all year (yet). By the time I got to 1.5 miles, I had dropped down to 5.7 mph. It took me 15:06 to go 1.5 miles, for about a 10 minute pace.
At this stage of the game, I am pleased to have these base line numbers. I'm not reading much into them, but it will be interesting to see how they change as I progress this season. Once it warms up outside, I am going to gear up for a 5K and a 10K time trial.
One notch up on the HTFU meter :-)