I might have messed myself up this past week. The goal was to build on the previous two weeks (also known as the first two weeks) and then take a little bit of easy time going into Thanksgiving, with the understanding that I would probably bike and run a ton while up in the Bay Area for the holiday. After I bailed on lots and lots of swim workouts, I thought I was on the light end of training for the week, but I was wrong. The intensity did me in and by Sunday evening I was laying in a ball on my bed, trying to decide if I had enough energy to make food or if my body could just eat itself.
Did my own yoga routine that I made up in the morning to stretch out after the UCLA race. Discovered that the massive chaffing on my legs had turned into nasty cuts. Because of this, I wore a dress to school, which was a terrible idea. My body couldn’t handle the mildly cool temperatures and massively shut down. It is possible I was still a little messed up from the race the day before. And, now, I am the new proud owner of a USC outfit purchased at the student store to ward off the chills.
Swam about 1,000 yards easy at tri team practice before running (figuratively) to class in my new sweatshirt and tights.
Ran nine miles very, very, very slowly in the morning. Turned the iPod on — which is pretty much the only reason I bought an iPod shuffle in the first place — and just trotted along the ocean for a while.
Biked to school in the morning, which is an ok way to get to campus in that it doesn’t take much more time than train or driving/parking. But, it still is sort of lame and sketchy.
Was going to do some strength work and swim in the afternoon, but I only managed the strength work because I 1. hate swimming and 2. was tired.
Ran seven miles with [4 x 3′ at 5K pace, 2′ off], except 5K pace was really not my usual 5K pace. I told myself that the slowness was because of the strong headwind. And, um, also the tailwind on the way back.
Again, did not swim.
The pool was closed, which was fine, because swimming is the worst. So, I just ran four miles easy around the neighborhood and did some drills/strides at Expo Park. Call this pre-race prep.
10K Race! with some warming up and cooling down and stuff.
Then, finally, swam — just 1,500 yards very easy to shake out the legs.
Because I had to do some interviews down in Long Beach in the morning, and because Steve was in town for the weekend, we rode some Malibu mountains with Justin in the afternoon. The only problem was that the massive wind storm had gotten worse by then and was way worse along the coast. We also didn’t leave ourselves very much time to do the whole 35-mile hilly loop, by the time we tried to find a different route to avoid the wind and then started anyway (and I may have slowed us down with my not amazing riding). Descending back to PCH as dusk fell, I was cold and sketched out, but it was fine. I have been in bad places before on my bike and this really didn’t seem like one of them. It seemed totally fine. And, then, suddenly, my whole body just tapped out. We barely made it home in the car before I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. That lasted through most of Monday too.
You would think I’d have learned by now that when your body is done it’s done. You can’t make it not be done. You can’t tell it that that really wasn’t too much training or that other people would be fine on that schedule. If you’re done, then that’s that.
So, I’m having to take a few days really easy this week and then we’ll see. I feel pretty ok about the (slow) progress I’m making, but clearly I need to swim more. And, also bike more. And, sleep more.