A year ago last night, I became an Ironman. A lot of people look at it as another race. Just a day where you are exercising and moving your body for a really long time. But it's a whole lot more than that. I will be forever changed, not only because I crossed that finish line, but because of what it took to get there. And I can't wait to do it all over again!
Memorable training moments from the past week
- An early morning track workout in icy sideways rain. Not fun, but it meets the "memorable" criteria.
- The most brutal TRX session I've experienced so far. There were tears, grunts, and cries of agony involved. I'm sure it wasn't pretty.
- Getting in the pool again. Only once, but it's a start.
I took 2 mental health days off from training this week. An overbooked schedule and a string of bad news/bad days warranted some extra sleep and sloth-like activities. Which means that my weekly volume is short by about 2 hours. I don't even feel guilty about it, which means I truly needed the time off.
Swim: 1300 meters
Bike: 28.75 miles
Run: 4.71 miles
Strength, etc.: 1.75 hours
TOTAL = 5.12 hours
Weight loss: 2 lb gain, thanks mostly to those 2 days of couch sitting, napping, and binge eating. Ugh. Hopefully it's mostly sodium related and will be back to normal in a day or two. I'm down 1.2 pounds total. 23.2 to go!
Measurements: Nope, still haven't taken any...