While it's true, I'm not following a specific "canned" training plan, I do have my basic week, which provides me with guidance as to what work outs I am doing on which day of the week. All I have to do is fill in the blanks of time and intensity. The only exceptions to this rule are my BIG TRAINING DAYS/race simulations. I have two of those, four and six weeks out from my race, respectively. I was all prepared for a big weekend. Friday, I would do 4200 yards in the pool. Then, Saturday, I would ride my bike 112 miles and then run for an hour, practicing my pacing and nutrition along the way.
Sometime Thursday afternoon, the assignor from my local Soccer club called and begged me to do a game Sunday, which I agreed to do. As often happens in my enthusiasm to help, I didn't check my schedule. Matthew had a soccer match Sunday at 1 PM. Since Saturday was a big training day, I would end up missing both of his games. I felt like such a CAD, but I had accepted the match, and I couldn't back out now. Thanks to a very supportive wife, I made peace with my decision.
On Friday, I found out that my office had Monday off for Columbus Day. I immediately got excited, and the wheels started turning. I could do my EPIC training day on Monday. I would just need to move a few things around and come up with some kind of training for Saturday. I decided on a fifty mile bike on Saturday, reffing three soccer games on Sunday, and then my big day Monday. The plan was set.
It was up and at'em early Saturday to make breakfast for Matthew and Dee Dee before leaving for South Forsyth. Matthew's team played a great game of soccer on a spectacular day and ended up in a tie, one to one. It was almost two by the time we had lunch and made the trip home. I hurriedly packed up my gear and decided at the last minute to do the 48 mile loop at the Bud Plant in Cartersville. I had the route on my Garmin and was pretty sure it would be a satisfactory workout, but, hopefully, not too taxing.
I was one of the only cyclists in the parking lot when I arrived. Evidently, the afternoons is not that popular for cyclists in Cartersville. The ride went well. It was moderately hard, but I kept up with my nutrition and hydration, and at the end, I felt fairly well, confident that I would be fine for the rest of my big weekend. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I felt like I had forgotten something. I looked back to where I had parked to make sure nothing was on the ground, like my Garmin. I stopped at the four way stop on the way out and checked my bag. Nope. Everything twas there.
Travelling down the interstate, I'm toodling along, minding my own business. As I often do, I look out the rear-view mirror, and there's my bike, cart wheeling through the air about 25 feet off the ground. Holy sh%t!!! I almost slammed on my brakes, but the 18 wheeler behind me insisted I keep moving. I pulled off at the next interchange and headed back north, hoping to find my bike, somewhat intact, in the median. Unfortunately for me, it was lying partially in the north bound lane, and it looked like somebody had run over it. It was a total loss.
I was just heartbroken when I called Dee Dee on the phone. I threw the remains in the back of the SUV and drove home. I got a good laugh when I described to Dee Dee what happened. Aerowyn wasn't worth much from a monetary stand point, but to me, she was irreplaceable and worth the world. That thing I had forgotten at the Bud plant? Yea, fasten the straps on the rack. I've managed to invent some rather creative bouts of stupidity, but this one really takes the cake.
That night, I got in touch with an old friend that isn't racing triathlon anymore. I asked him if he might consider selling me his bike. It's a bit small for my size. He agreed to let me get it fitted before making a go/no-go decision. I retrieved the bike early Sunday morning, then spent the rest of the afternoon reffing soccer matches. The two night matches were assessments, and I definitely got my running in! I spent Sunday night making a few adjustments to the bike in preparation for my Monday ride.
Monday morning, I made it to the trail around 10-ish, and I was off and riding by 10:30 AM. I did two 12.5 mile out and backs, just in case the bike wasn't working out for me. Let me tell you, my friend's tri bike is a sweet ride. It climbed like a champ and was such a pleasure to ride. I decided for the second fifty miles, I would do a 25 mile out and back. That way, I couldn't cop out or anything. When I got back to the car, I felt much much better than ANY of my 100 mile rides I did on Aerowyn, despite having put 150 miles on my legs in three days. Even my 30 minute run off went well.
A special shout out and thanks to Brian for letting me borrow his bike. I told Dee Dee that it would be OK with me if we just canned the Ironman, but she's not letting me off the hook :-) And I'm not worried about finding a bike with which to do the race. With friends and family like I have, those kinds of challenges just aren't a problem.
Now, if I could just find my head...