I looked through my handy dandy training manual and settled on the last week workout of the transition training program. It called for five hours of training, which was more than the second week of the intermediate sprint program, but less intensity. I doubted seriously that I would get my workouts in over the weekend. That meant missing one bike and one run workout. The virtual coach, however, said to do whatever I wanted the week after a race. So, I did.
Friday, I headed down to Mobile straight after work to see my father and pick up Matthew. Paw Paw is doing a little better. After he wakes up, his mind is a little sharper, and his conversations make a little more sense. As the day wears on and he tires, his mind finds it more difficult to stay with us, and that’s fine. He has a long road ahead of him, and we will be there to carry him when necessary.
As for me… The next phase in my training starts tomorrow. I have four weeks until my last sprint of the year. I can hardly believe my tri season will be over so soon this year. Believe me. It’s ENTIRELY necessary. Triathlon is not the only thing transitioning in my life these days. I’m not fool enough to believe that I am in total control. I am fool enough to believe that I have some control over the process.
I’ve set an ambitious goal for my next race. I want to finish top 5 in my age group. It’s challenging, doable, and it must not affect my responsibilities. Everything, after all, has it’s worth…