Friday I called in sick to work.
I should have called in Stupid!
This weekend we are going to California for a quick mini vacation. As much as I'd like to pretend that I'll run on the beach and swim in the ocean. I know the truth. I'll be swimming in Corona and running to the bathroom.
That meant I needed to get all my training in during the week. Friday was the big one. I was gonna put my swim and my 50 mile bike together and combine it with my 10 mile brick. Heck add a few and I've got a full half (full half?? Half full?).
It started off good and went downhill from there.
What have I done! I have a race in two weeks and I am so not ready!
I had a great swim. Felt strong fast fluid. Everything good. Except the time. 1:00 exactly! Crap! That's 20 minutes slow.
so much for that, how about the bike?
Last week I rode 50 hard miles in about 3:30. The next day I rode 52 harder miles on very tired legs in about 3:39.
Today on the very same course that I had just rode, this time with much fresher legs...4:40.
That's an hour slower! My average speed fell from 15 to 11. It was miserable. I had no energy. My feet were on fire, I was hot; tired. My back hurt from carrying the camelbak. It was a slogfest.
On to the run!
First mile - great! Good pace; good cadence.
After the first mile, I was working on a 7/1 ratio. First 7 minutes of running, no problem. The second round of 7 minutes was up hill. I stopped running after the first 3 minutes. That's about the time I realized I was in trouble. Less than 3 miles in and the best I could do was 1 minute of running. It wasn't long before I was in negative territory. I was now walking more than I ran.
Run/walk; walk/run; walk/walk.
By mile 5 it was pathetic. 20 seconds of running, several minutes of walking.
By mile 6 it was pure walking. Powerwalking that devolved into trudging.
By mile 7, I was afraid.
I wanted to lay down right there on the trail. My mind was planning. I had told people where I was at. I could just lie down and rest a while. Surely somebody would walk the trail sooner or later. And if not, it wouldn't take my family long to realize that I was missing. I figured come nightfall they'd find me.
By mile 8, I could see the road. By mile 8.5, I reached the road and had reception. I called the family and let them know where I was. I fell asleep.
All totaled, I was out there for 10 hours (I took some looong transitions)
What have I done!
In two weeks, I have to do this distance and be fast. There's no sleeping, there's no resting on the side of the road. There's no crying and wailing taking time to eat and drink.
In just two weeks I have to RACE!
Hell! In less than a year, I have to do double this and finish in less than 17 hours.
What have I done!