Last week of training was pretty hardcore.  I can tell that 140.6 is somewhere on the horizon. I am scared to look at my own countdown clock. But I think it’s like 9.5 weeks.  Eeeeek.

My friend (and athlete), Precious, was back in town from New York for work and stayed with us a few days.

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We did swim, bike and run over the weekend.

She borrowed my ROAD bike (named Antonia) and ended up loving her.

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So she bought her!

I said goodbye and shipped Antonia yesterday to NY! She is a great bike, and going to a great new home. 🙂

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I have put down lots of miles and meters–hitting all of my workouts– including a little Sunday half marathon on my own.  The weather was pretty awesome during the week. Cool enough one morning to actually sport the arm warmers on the bike!

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But then it heated back up.

And Sunday’s 13 mile run was interesting.

It was HOT outside.  I ran 2.5 miles and felt like I rockstar.  And then I felt it…. the impending puke.  I sat down on a picnic table.  Whoa.

Then I looked at my arm. My shirt was soaked. I was sweating insanely. Insane.  I think I was overly salty.

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And it was making me sick.

Dumped out my bottle of Nuun, and filled it with regular water.  Chugged it.  Thought, well… I guess this run is over. I’ll head back to the car.

But then I felt better.

So I started going again.  And I kept going until I ticked off the 13 miles on my training schedule. Overall pace was 11:51 min/mile over the 13 miles.

Thrilled with that.

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The interesting part is that is the longest, continuous distance I have run in probably a year and a half.  I didn’t stop except to fill up a bottle or two, and then kept plugging on.  Felt great.  I have covered 13 miles in the last year… but not running the whole thing.  That was an excellent mark of progress for me.

My schedule this week said, “Recovery Week.”

I was so relieved. [And then I was horrified! ]

Oh, no… I hate to lose momentum.  And I have always thought of recovery weeks as giant brakes on any running Beast Mode.

Turns out, I was in desperate need of recovery.

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(Not this kind of recovery… per se… but I do love this stuff.)

This morning, the alarm went off at 6:00 to get the kids out the door for school.  I had been laying awake since about 2:30 AM, falling asleep around 5:30, I think.  When the alarm went off, I literally almost cried.  Exhaustion had set it.

The Expert was like, “I got the kids.  Go back to sleep.” (Thank you, so much….)

And I did.  I didn’t wake up until 8:45 either.  And it was the scary kind of bolt-out-of-bed-sweaty-where-am-I sleep.

The Swim Bike Kids have been sick for weeks.  Off and on. Passing the cooties back and forth to each other. Coughing in the night.  I picked it up along the way, and so did the Expert.  We’ve had company in our house five nights in a row, which was way fun—but probably too much fun.

Combined with a hot yoga session yesterday… I think  I finally just conked out.

Ohhhhh.

So this is what Recovery Week means.

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And I am very grateful for it.

Happy Hump Day!

Oh…. And don’t forget the Happy Hour on Saturday in Atlanta All3Sports!

SBMALL3_3 vodka all3

5 Responses

  1. OK…what helmet is that? Also, I’ve been hunting and hunting for hot pink sunglasses…what kind are they? Thanks!

  2. So how do u like the evade? I’m trying to decide between that and the giro air attack. Aero helmets that don’t make u look like an alien!!! Nowhere local to try it on tho:/

  3. Great post- I’m really feeling your positive vibes! This rest week is going to be magical and your beast will be back next week for sure! Keep up the awesome training!

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