Monday, April 19, 2010

Ugggh!

I stared down at my thumb in amazement, admiring the neat symmetrical width of the line as it ran down my thumb in a gentle crescent. As it began to sting, I hoped that it wasn't deep enough to bleed. Alas, it was not meant to be. Small cracks in the skin began to fill with blood. What started out small, ended up being an uncomfortable mess. I managed to at least control the problem while I wrapped up my dish: Orange Chicken. I don't know, nor do I want to know, what happened to the skin. Let's just say... Dinner was delicious. There's a lesson to be learned here, folks. Do not allow inexperienced chefs to use complicated pieces of equipment, like a zester.

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!

Wes

13 comments:

Jess said...

I have sliced myself many times in the kitchen -- and zesters, or really graters of any kind, are dangerous tools!

Molly said...

Ouch!!! Be careful! You have a big race to taper for :)

teacherwoman said...

OMG, I cringed when I read that you sliced yourself with a zester! A co-worker of mine sliced the tip of her ring finger off this fall with a zester! yikes!

Good luck with your training this week. It sounds like you got a busy week!

Karen said...

I love reading the indepth stories behind you FB status updates!!

LOL......

have a zesty training week ahead.. but not a cutting one!

Lisa said...

I don't think i've ever zested my thumb, but a few weeks ago i did a mighty fine job slicing the very tip off while cutting veggies. hurt like a bugger!!

Tea said...

{{cringe}} my son just sliced his finger this weekend. Even when the cuts aren't deep, they sure do hurt.

Scott Keeps Running said...

I'll I read was "Orange Chicken." Yummy!

Sarah said...

You and the zester dude, yeouch! I can't ride at Silver Comet any more man, it's mind numbing. I still remember that freezing cold day that we had on the ride with Lauren.

Julie said...

Oh Wes,
What did you go and do now? What the heck? You sliced yourself with a flipping zester....ouch!! Becareful in the kitchen..it can be dangerous:)

Nice work on your training this week;)

Runner Leana said...

Oh no, that sounds like a very unfortunate place for a blister. Yikes! And yes, those zesters are awfully dangerous.

Last summer when I was training for my half IM my coach used to give me my long run on Wednesday or Thursday, long ride on Saturday. That way each workout was a quality one and the legs weren't too fatigued. Although it is hard to fit in a long run mid-week. I'd solve that problem by running to work on those days.

LBTEPA said...

OMG THAT WAS WTMI WES!!! I haven't touched our grater (zester) since I worked out how to use the food processor - more washing up but less lost skin. Please never mention nether-region blisters again, ok?

Jess said...

Ummmm ouchies with the zester. That sounds so very painful.

Another solid weekend of training in the books! Great job!

Andy said...

Are you talking about the mile markers at the comet? I have noticed that they are not that reliable either once you get way out there. Need to watch out there for those culinary accidents. :) We still need to get a game plan for Rev3 to find out when we can meet up for a pre or post race beer :)