As I woke up this morning, I could feel the aches in my muscles. All I could think was:
I cannot wait until the weekend, so I can finally rest!
Wait a moment, this is Monday. That was the weekend!
I wasted my weekend working out!
I feel the ache deep in the muscles. Not the soreness on the top layer of the muscles. This is D-E-E-P. This is down to the bone. I swear, I think my bones ache.
Apparently, I had a good weekend.
Saturday was the RTC ride that goes through the Las Vegas Valley into Red Rock and then back.
For the entire time leading up to the event, I was debating about what to do. Stick with the 50 or go for the gold: century. Not just a century, a double metric century. 118!
*I think my hand just trembled putting that number in.
118 – It’s just a big number. Especially when you have only done 80 miles before. More especially when you have a Half in two weeks.
In the end, I wimped out and went for the 50. I figured it was a smarter move and safer than going full bore and blowing out my legs for month or so. Besides the route went up the pumpkinman route and…like I said I wimped out!
But I did do the 50. And in record time too!
It took me 1:45 to get to the turnaround point but only 1:20 to get back! I was flying.
It was all good until the end. Then I ran into about a gazillion stop lights. Go a good pace for 200-300 feet and stop at a light. Then go another 300 feet and stop. Repeat and repeat Ad nauseam.
It was good to get out there and get in the mileage. But the problem is that is nowhere near a proper comparison for Silverman. No hill after hill to the point that it makes you want to cry, no desert monotony, no three sisters.
But regardless, I was glad to get out there. Glad to see a fast time in my log book. Man, I can’t tell you how much I would love to see 3 hours for 56 miles! Talk about a dream come true. I’ll be lucky to see 4-4.5.
Sunday was filled with a monster swim, which the devilish Stef, talked me into. She billed it as a good workout: Fast and fun. Apparently she meant fast as in Sprint 100+ yards repeatedly. To the buoy. And back (SPRINT!) To the buoy and back (SPRINT!).
My arms are about to fall off!
Then Stef dragged me to the shore and forced shoes on my feet and away we were running a grinding and grueling 8 miles.
No wonder my body is achy!