The butt crack of dawn came early again on Saturday. I had negotiated with my sons. I would hit the Silver Comet Trail a little later than normal, and leave from there and go directly to Jimmy's playoff game. It was a bit warmer at the start of the ride. Warm enough to wear riding shorts and arm warmers. I left my bike pump at home, but experience told me (and I checked) that my tires only lose 2-5 pounds of pressure over a day or two, so I went with what I had.
The cool wind caused my thumb to burn. That, however, was not my primary concern. He who never gets blisters on his feet somehow managed to get a blister on his arse, in the nether regions no less. I don't know how or when that happened. I just knew it was going to be a LONG 3.5 hours if I was going to be subjected to that much pain from the get go. Fortunately for me, after 3-4 miles, the pain went away. I either popped the sucker or pushed all the fluids out. As my hands warmed up, the burning in my zest-wound dissipated as well.
What was not dissipating was the soreness in my thighs. I learned early on in Ironman training to listen to my thighs, less one bonk twenty miles from home. It was obvious (or pre-ordained) that I would need to ride mostly in Zone 2 to achieve my goal of 60 miles on the bike. Out to about the 23, 24 mile marker on the trail, the distance is exact. After that, the mile markers on the trail lose about half a mile. I made to 29.2 miles before needing to turn around and head home. I still feel, quite strongly, that long runs before long bikes is a bad idea. We'll just have to see how this works out for future reference. I have my second half IM simulation coming up this weekend, and I want to structure my workouts this week to maximize this key training day.
Despite the general fatigue, I managed to keep my "easy" pace during the thirty minute run-off. Then it was off in the car to Jimmy's game. His team managed to win and clinched his school's area championship. It was a proud moment for all of us.
Sunday, I used my center of an adult soccer match as my recovery run. I turned in about five miles of back and forth on the pitch. It sure was a beautiful weekend, and we all certainly made the most of it!