...something I thought only happened to people on the Biggest Loser, or professional triathletes on the last leg of an Ironman race. I barfed on my run yesterday. I won't go into any great detail of the contents that ended up on the side of the Iron Horse Trail, but let's just say I should've passed on the second piece of cinnamon raisin toast I enjoyed for breakfast before my run! Here's the positive aspect of my eight mile run yesterday: I realized that I can keep running even when I'm at the height of discomfort; and believe me, I WILL have discomfort during that race.
Typically, we do our bike ride on Saturday and our run on Sunday, but due to a gigantic need to sleep until 9:00am yesterday, we decided to flip the two workouts around. Today was a five hour bike ride, followed immediately by a 45 minute run. I was able to log 69 miles on the bike, which works out to 14 mph. My goal is to do between 15-16 mph during the race and you would think it wouldn't take that much more effort to get there, but the difference feels immense. In any event, I felt pretty damn good considering I sat in that seat for five hours!
This coming week is a recovery week--WOO HOO! And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it because after this week we go into a three week Ironman specific training schedule that is guaranteed to kick my ass!
Have I mentioned that I'm raising money for The Samfund? Check out my fundraising page to get all the details: http://www.crowdrise.com/suesironodyssey2
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