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Brick Laying

Today was my first brick since before St. Anthony’s….and lawd, was it was obvious.

Now, I didn’t start out in the best of conditions – last night, we had a couple of people over (i.e., a little too much to drink..), and I woke up feeling the drums in my head.  Not big huge drums, but little ones.  Knowing better than to squeeze life and fun into the hours outside of triathlon training, I ignored my better instincts…. and the ride was a testament to the prior night’s fun.   
The Expert and I knocked down thirty-four miles in about 2:15:00.  I did 40 miles two weeks ago in 2:23:00… so there you go.  Kinda crummy.  
About eight miles left in the ride, this dude on a mountain bike and a red jersey tore past me, screeching “left!”  Ugh.  Might as well have been a beach cruiser.  I was dragging. 
The Expert yells to me: “You gonna let him punk you like that?”  Well, now that you mention it… no….  So, off I went.  17. 21. 23. 24. 25 mph.  Oh, then 26.  I saw him coming up ahead, so I scream, “On your left!” and tear past Mountain Man, and keep going.  
Fun, but I totally wasted my legs.  Ooops. Temporary insanity.  I forgot I had to run. 
“Run” is always a funny term for me.  I’m not sure moving forward at a pace of old ladies at lunch constitutes actual “running.”  But for the sake of simplicity, we’ll allege that I ran three miles.   The Expert and I were sweating like crazy, and it was hotter than hell outside.  Luckily the trail was pretty shaded, but even still.  Rough and slow. Three miles. 
In the car on the way home, the Expert said, “I like to look at the ground when I run.”

I look at him, “Why?”
Because,” he said, “if I look ahead of me, at how far I have to go, I just get sad.  So if I stare at the ground, then I am fine.”
You know that’s terrible form, right?
What’s worse?  Looking at the ground….or laying on the ground?
Good point,” I say.

This week coming up is recovery week.  I had a pretty hard (but successful) workout week – lots of little victories: 9 mile run, 2 mile swim and a successful brick.  A little recovery is just what the doctor ordered, though.

Check out this post-brick photo.  Tired, sweaty and so very, very hungry. (And no, I’m not blowing kisses… I’m sucking wind.)

Yes, Swim Bike Klutz may have survived another successful, fall-free outing.  However, as I was doing laundry a few minutes ago, I leaned over to get something out of the dryer.  I had rested my hand on the washer, and the lid to the washer came crashing down on my pinkie finger. Black and blue instantly. I am so cool, there are no words.


  • Amber Hanshaw

    June 26, 2011 at 7:16 pm

    I love reading your posts. My husband and I just started triathlons last summer. I haven't ventured beyond sprint tris at this point. Just out of curiosity, what do you do with your kiddos when you train? That is something that I find makes training difficult! We're in ATL, too, by the way!

  • Swim Bike Mom

    June 26, 2011 at 7:24 pm

    Oh, we leave them in the car with some snacks. 🙂 Just kidding! 🙂 We recently hired an on-call nanny service (College Nannies & Tutors in Lawrenceville and Duluth) to come on Sunday mornings for a few hours. It's the only way we can get in a ride together, as our family lives elsewhere. We've only done it for two weeks, but it's been nice. Other than that, we are resolved to training solo – which is fun sometimes too. Thanks for the shout-out! Where in the ATL are you? 🙂

  • Amber Hanshaw

    June 26, 2011 at 11:47 pm

    We're in Acworth! We just did the Callaway Gardens sprint tri last week and then I will be doing the Acworth Women's tri in August. We've talked about hiring someone to watch the gremlins so we could ride together, but it just hasn't happened yet. Mostly train solo! Oh, and I don't look good in Spandex, either. 🙂

  • Sara

    July 6, 2011 at 3:59 am

    That's funny about looking at the ground, but I get it. I wear a hat and pull it waaaaaay down so I can only look about 10 steps ahead of me. I don't want to get sad either.


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