I outdid myself last week. Completed my first 10+ hour training week for the half ironman. 10 hours, 18 minutes to be exact.
Mon: Swam 2,700 yds – 1:02
Tues: Ran 6.55 miles – 1:01
Wed: Spin 1:00, Swim 2,050 yds – :44
Thurs: Biked 24 miles– 1:23
Friday: Ran 12.4 miles – 2:04
Sunday: Biked 38 miles – 2:35, Ran 3.5 miles – :29
That’s a whopping 106.5 miles for the week. Take that pussies!
Yesterday’s brick workout started early and truth be told I was having trouble getting out of bed, knowing I had three hours of tough workouts ahead. But, I did. Our first climb was intense, but worth the view:
I actually broke the speed limit going down the hill.
We had 1,700 feet of elevation gain on the bike so we sacrificed mileage for some hill work. Felt good except for the part where my ass started to hurt. But, you know what they say: no ass hurt, no gain.
Right off 2.5 hours on the bike my legs were jello – specifically kiwi strawberry. I almost fell on my face going up the first hill. My Garmin beeped at mile one and I expected it to give me a ten minute mile, but was surprised by an 8:40. Honestly, I was shocked at how good I felt. Strong legs, quick stride. 3.55 miles in 29 minutes.
I barely choked down some chocolate milk when we piled in the car to drive up to the top of Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park (11,7500 ft). There have been record snowfalls this year and I thought for sure those pictures in the paper were doctored. They weren’t:
This would be more impressive if my children weren’t midgets in real life.
It was actually snowing up there and 34 degrees. I had to pee so badly in the car and being above tree line there was no where to go. I eyed my coffee cup and considered trying to rig something up in the front seat. My aim is just not that good, though. Finally, we found a smelly pit toilet and I found some relief.
Rounded out they day with my daddy-o:
How was your weekend? I had a great “off” day on Saturday with a trip to the farmer’s market and a nap. I even made a fruit pizza.
Ever peed into a bottle, cup, bucket while on a long drive? No, I haven’t. Although one time in eighth grade I peed in a cup and threw it at a boy I didn’t like. Don’t get on my bad side.