Late, but not forgotten.

I just didn't have the energy to write about my weekend! I saved it all for the workouts: an 80 mile bike ride on Saturday and a 12.4 mile run on Sunday. We are now starting the third week of hell; one more week and we get a recovery week. I had to get up at 4:15am this morning and get on my bike--which is no fun after your crotch has sat on that damn seat for 6 hours (just three days ago). The bike workout this morning was 1 hour and 25 minutes--and my legs felt like lead, but it had to be done. When you're in this, you're in it--period. There is no crying in Ironman...there is no complaining in Ironman...and there is definitely no quitting in Ironman--and that includes the training. I will set my alarm again tonight for 4:00am and get my tired butt in the pool for my 3,200 yard swim--and I will not complain (well, maybe just a little).