Coming off of camp I had a bit of a cut back week last week. Training still totalled almost 11 hours though! A couple of swims, a couple of longish runs and a couple of bikes including a 100K ride. I was falling asleep every night before 10 pm (including before 9 pm on Saturday night). Wow…just so tired… In fact, if I’ve been a little silent on commenting on blogs lately now you know why. I’ve been reading, but I’m way behind at 244 unread posts. My apologies, I promise to catch up in September!
Things started off this week with a glorious rest day coupled with a day off of work for Heritage Day on Monday. No work and no training? It was awesome! The day was spent running errands (including plenty of time spent at IKEA) and completing home projects. The pantry was completely reorganized, organization was started in the basement (including additional shelving in the basement for pantry items), the fridge was cleaned out and the bar was cleaned up. So much was accomplished!
Then back to work on Tuesday, both at the office and on the training front. This will be the biggest week of training:
Tuesday: 2 hour ride with hill repeats up Cochrane hill
Wednesday: 3000 m swim
Thursday: 3 hour run
Friday: 4000 m swim
Saturday: 180 km ride and a 30 min brick
Sunday: 40 min hilly run and a 2000 m swim
But seriously, are we there yet? Can it just be September already? I don’t want to run for 3 hours tomorrow, I don’t want to do a 4000 m swim, and I really don’t want to ride 180 km on Saturday.
I don’t want to arrive to work late tomorrow only to feel like my brain can’t comprehend work. And I’m not so keen to take a half day off on Friday so I can fit in my long swim but not leave my dog at home too long during the day. And I really don’t feel like spending 8 hours riding only to come home and feel like a zombie for the rest of the evening.
Can I just have my life back?
But really, I just have to suck it up for this week because this is the final push to the big dance on August 29th. I think people have said that the toughest part of Ironman is the journey to the start line. And it is so darn close! At times I catch myself imagining things that I see happening on the day – seeing my coach Angie, my family, my incredible teammates who we’ve all trained so hard together – and I start tearing up. How will I feel as I come down the blue carpet? I know it will be worth it – the long hours, the sacrifices, the highs and the lows.
It will be here before I know it!