Training Week: Sept. 23-29

(Yeah, this is a day late. But, well, tough shit. It’s not like y’all are editors who are going to stop giving me jobs if I miss a deadline. So. Priorities.)

Last week was very easy. This week I was trying to get in more solid training before switching more to marathon training. It didn’t exactly work that way, but life doesn’t exactly work that way.

Monday

Swam 3,000y at Masters. Lots of 50s and 100s and IM sets. I swam terrible and was in a terrible mood, but it’s possible that’s just because I was annoyed I was swimming so terrible. Apparently I had planned on going to a strength class in the evening and forgot. I went to trivia instead.

Tuesday

Biked two hours with 2 x 10′ at 175W (half-Ironman pace) and actually felt pretty good. Not great, it was still heavy legs and it was originally supposed to be 3 x 10′,0 but “coach” said to cut that short. You have to listen to Coach.

Ran about 7 miles easy with the high school kids. We went up and up and up.

Wednesday

Ran 8.5 miles with drills and strides, then the 4 x [3′ at 6:20, 1′ rest, 30″ hill sprint, 3′ recovery] workout. It was hard and I had to work after, but couldn’t really do much of anything.

Did not swim in the evening. Went out for dinner instead. Yes, Steve is in his off-season already…

Thursday

Biked 14 miles easy from work, to practice, home.

Ran 6 miles with the high school kids that was really primarily 12 x hill repeats. Did about 4 of them easy, 4 medium and 4 hard (one crazy hard just to see if I could keep up with the Varsity high school boys — I can almost, barely, but it’s really a bad idea). Then, 15′ of core. I did have the whole brief almost-fainting spell after practice. That meant I did not swim in the evening. With the whole heart episode I just had to lay on the couch all evening and recuperate.

Friday

Had planned on swimming, but I was still such a mess from the shitty episode the day before.

Saturday

Easy 25′ run and 1200m swim, with hard pick-ups and some race pace. At least, I hope this pool was meters, because otherwise I was swimming pretty slowly.

Sunday

Santa Cruz Triathlon.

TOTAL: 11:15

OK, time for marathon training. Which will sort of look the same, but it’ll feel different in my head.

Training: Sept. 16-22

Today, a guy at the pool asked me if I was training for something. I said, “Well, sort of. Yeah. It’s complicated.” Which is probably more descriptive of my attitude than my race schedule.

This week I felt like a pile of shit. At one point yesterday I was sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking a Bud Light Platinum (the official beer of Sunny Running) and my legs just started to hurt. They were throbbing with pain. For no obvious reason. That’s pretty much what this week has been like. So, instead of stressing about my training schedule, I decided this week was going to be more of a “listen to your body” week. My body, apparently, said: Don’t swim.

Monday

Planned rest day. My body said, Word.

Tuesday

2,500y at Masters. There should be some kind of warning when the workout’s going to be long endurance free, because I’m totally middle of the pack in my lane for most Masters workouts that are 50s and IMs and stop every minute to talk about it, but if it’s going to be multiple 400s of free then I suddenly get the equivalent of two lanes faster. Endurance is totally my specialty, even if endurance in this case is like 5′. I was killing this workout, even easily swam a 5:32 400y, and then abruptly my arms and legs reminded me they were wrecked from racing. My body said, Get out of the pool. So, I did.

Wednesday

22′ of running. It was painful. My broken-ish toe is not getting better.

Crossfit at SF Crossfit with Nate. Things were hurting.

Thursday

Halfway through my bike ride, after I realized I had locked myself out and after I rode over to Steve’s parents and went through a whole ordeal of finding their spare key to get into the house to find my spare key, my body said, Do not do your hard run after this. So, I didn’t. Rode 55′ in total. Was exhausted.

Friday

My body said, Go back to sleep. So, I didn’t swim.

Saturday

It was pouring rain when I got up, which made riding four hours sound incredibly unappealing. Also, it is September. I only deal with getting rained on while riding in December, January and possibly February. It’s too early for that shit on Sept. 21. Instead, I decided to do the run my body told me not to do on Thursday. By the time I got out of the house it had stopped raining, but, well, oh well.

Ran 9.25 miles with 20′ at marathon pace, which ended up being 7:13, 6:59, and then 6:57 for the last bit of a mile. It was windy and uphill one direction, which is partially why the first mile was slow, but the whole thing was also un-encouragingly hard. I even wanted to throw up just during my warm-up at 9:00/mile pace. It did not feel awesome. After the 20′ I felt pretty terrible and couldn’t decide if I should throw in another 20′ (which, just to be clear, would have been extra) or just throw up. I ended up deciding to run one mile hard. Why? I don’t know; my body said to. I did a 6:32 and called it a day. I then ran 9:10s back home.

I did 4′ of core. Literally. I did not swim.

Sunday

Slept through meeting Jordan in the morning, which I guess I needed. So tired. Then, rode 56 miles in 3:50. I really thought this ride would be 4:15 (went out Wilson Hill, Chileno Valley, through Sonoma), so I can’t decide if I rode fast or if I’ve just forgotten how long different bike routes are. The ride went by in one of those blurs of long training, where you don’t really think about anything but just repeat nonsense sentences over and over in your head. The last 30′, though, that sentence was pretty much: “Almost done. Almost done. Almost done.”

This week is back to not listening to my body. So there.

Why Labor Day Weekend Is Actually Terrible for Working Out

See the red. Red means: this sucks.
See the red. Red means: this sucks.

I went for my long(ish) bike ride yesterday afternoon. It was totally nice, until I got back into town. I was heading downhill and all of a sudden the car in front of me stopped, because the car in front of it stopped, because the car in front of it stopped, because, see, it turned out traffic was completely stopped, backing all the way up the hill.

It was so bad that there was a couple that had set up a stand on the side of the road to sell water and lemonade and snacks — an adult couple.

Partially, this is because the Bay Bridge closed, so people have decided that instead of taking public transportation it makes more sense to drive all the way around the Bay and through our towns. But, partially, it’s just a three-day holiday weekend.

I should have known when I stopped at Swirl (the best ice cream shop) on my ride and it looked like this:

Except with kids. Scarier.
Except with kids. Scarier.

Basically, every time it’s nice out and every one has free time and suddenly gets inspired to start working out,it makes me grouchy and not want to go outside. I don’t know what I’m going to do this weekend. Probably schedule my rest days and stay inside, yelling:

Get Off My Lawn!

Do you prefer working out on holidays or when no one’s out?

Training Week: Aug. 19-25

Sigh.

Monday

Biked the 20 miles to and from the ferry/office. Some was oh my god I’m going to miss the ferry fast and some was I am so tired slow.

Ran five miles easy (but not easy enough) with the high school cross-country team.

Tuesday

Making the Benjamins. No training happened.

Wednesday

Still with the work; it’s like they want you to do it every day. Cut workouts. 2,000y easy swim.

Thursday

13 hours of traveling. Without ending up on a different continent. That’s some shit.

Friday

Ran a little over 7 miles, starting out very slow and building. Last 1.5 was around 6:40 (maybe, I mean I’m just guessing). A guy on a motorcycle pulled up next to me and told me, ‘Well, never seen that before.’ I think he meant me?

Saturday

About 1:20 of soccer. Which I’m counting as speed work. My quads were actually really messed up the next day from sprinting and stopping and changing directions. It’s almost like it’s an entirely different skill.

Sunday

10ish easy miles (again, just guessing) on the trails at the National Experimental Forest in Asheville. I think that means they’re experimenting with it being a national forest, not that you can experiment within the forest. I’d have done more, but I got quite terrified about being attacked by a bear and was trying to remember what to do in the event of a bear, but decided instead that I had run far enough and also I needed to go back and find the port-a-potty.

It was weak, but not as weak as I was worried it was going to be. So, may have been good to have some rest, since I’m not quite as immovably tired as I was last weekend.

Training: Aug. 12-18

My foot hurts. It’s supposed to be getting better, per doctor’s diagnosis, etc. It’s not. This is worrying.

Monday:

Off. I had vague intentions of getting lots of work done and getting ahead on all of the deadlines and projects I had coming up. Instead, I didn’t. I think I internet-stalked acquaintances (except not stalk, because that’s actually a real problem, so some other word).

Tuesday:

Masters – Whoa. People at practice were surprised/obviously-super-impressed I was there. I hung on for a 3,300y set that included 8 x [25 hard, 50 tempo, 100 same pace as 50]. We did it at 1:20 pace. This was, perhaps, over-ambitious.

Biked from ferry to office, home from ferry. Around 45′ of biking. Then, laid on the floor of the living room too tired to eat.

Wednesday:

Very exhausted from my HUGE swim effort the day before. Ran 5.5 miles so, so slowly. Did some drills after, while listening to this high school boy explain on the phone to some other (presumably) high school boy about how “she just needed to be respecting me more.”

Took a Body Align class, kind of like yoga, but not.

Then swam 1000y easy when I got home. Then, laid on the floor of the living room too tired to eat. Except, actually, I got really sick after I did eat. So, well. Lesson learned. No eating.

Thursday:

Tried to run, even though had been throwing up the night before. It did not go well. 6.5 nasty, terrible, awful, no good, very bad miles.

Friday:

Biked 1:45 on my time trial bike (I think, I didn’t have a computer on that bike, so it’s like it didn’t even count). Half with Steve, rest slower and by myself.

Mild core work, looked very similar to lying on the floor of the living room too tired to eat.

Swam 1000y easy.

Saturday:

TRI FOR FUN! Good race, good race practice. About 4.5 miles total running, 10 miles biking, and 1,800y or so swimming. About 4 hours of sleeping.

Sunday:

3,000y swim workout on my own — 1500y warm-up, 1000y for time as repeating 100-hard/100-easy, 500y cool-down with hella pulling. (Jen gave me that 1000y workout once, so I still do it every now and then)

I did NOT do my long bike ride. I did work instead. It was less fun.

Mildly discouraged, despite the race ‘victory.’ My foot — which never hurts WHILE I’m running — has been sore and aching all week. With being sick Wednesday night and cutting my Thursday workouts and being tired/swamped with work on Sunday and cutting my ride, I did way less than I intended. So far, this Ironman training thing is not off to such a great start.

 

 

Training Week: Aug. 5 – 11

After the last two weeks of actually doing stuff, topped off by the Marin Century last weekend, I deliberately intended to take this past week lightly and have a few easy/recovery days, so as not to overdo it in the first month I jump back into training. I did not, however, intend for it to be that light. That just happened because, I dunno, because I suck.

Monday:

REST! Except, my recollection of this day is that I actually worked two jobs in two different offices and barely made a hard deadline at like 10 p.m. and it was not restful.

Tuesday:

43′ run in the Sleepy Hollow-Terra Linda Open Space. Easy and, dare I say it, pleasant.

Wednesday:

1,000y easy swim, which is so short so as to almost not even count as a workout, but I also was up at 6:30 a.m. in search of Cronuts, so you know, shit happens.

Thursday:

Bike 25′ from office to Crossfit, Crossfit, bike 45′ home from Crossfit.

The Crossfit workout was 5 x [800m run — except, like, really, I don’t accidentally run 2:45 800s when I’m uptempo jogging, so I’m pretty sure calling it an 800m was overly optimistic, 30 kettlebell swings, 30 pull-ups].

Obviously, since I can do a grand total of four pull-ups normally, I did those with a resistance band for support in order to get through them. The only problem was that since no one in Crossfit knows how to run I was finishing each round way ahead of everybody else. Also, no one in Crossfit understands pacing — side point. On the third time through, then, the instructor told me to go up in weights to slow me down and I tried to explain that the weights weren’t the part I was doing quickly. In fact, the strength part of the workout was definitely going to max me out by round five (hopefully, not round three) and my arms were already starting to give out. Endurance and speed aren’t my limiters, muscle strength is. If I can’t do one more pull-up, it’s not because I was going too quickly, it’s because my arms have failed. He said the only way I was going to get more arm strength was by lifting heavier weights and I was like, if I can’t lift them then they won’t give me more arm strength sitting on the floor. So, I did one round, sort of, with the heavier weights and with a lower support band on the pull-ups (making the pull-ups harder), except I did a shitty job because it was too much and my form fell apart as I struggled to make it. By the end of the round I was taking a break every pull-up and then kind of flinging myself up until my chin cleared the bar. And, then, he said, “See, don’t say you can’t do it.” Which, probably, sort of summarizes why Crossfit can be stupid. Then, I did two more rounds at the lower weight again, only my arms were fucked by that point. And, now I haven’t been able to fully straighten my right arm since Thursday.

Friday:

8 mi. run easy(ish), finished by adding the hills above my house.

Did not swim because of the seizing in my arm muscles.

Saturday:

1:50 bike with 4 x 5′ at 200W uphill (last one was 6:35 just so I could see how long it’d take to get all the way up the hill). This turned out to be quite exhausting later in the day.

Sunday:

Swam 3,000y with a set I made up of three 500s as [2 x 250y steady with 5-10″ rest, 50-100-200-100-50 faster on the back end with 10″ rest, 5 x 100 on tight interval, fastest sustainable] It was harder than I thought it was going to be, but that was also the longest I’ve swum in months and my pace is getting back down in the low 1:20s. So, good news.

Did not run. My toe was aching after wearing dress shoes at a wedding Saturday night.

I’m mildly concerned that my toe feels fine when I’m running, but then aches at random points later and has been sore the past two days. It turns out I should just never wear dress shoes or walk. Problem solved.

Training: July 29 – Aug. 4

Last week I did more training hours than I have in, I dunno, a year, two years, a while. It was just over 14 hours. So, yay me. Of course, almost half of that was in the Marin Century and I went pretty light the other days, knowing I was playing Russian roulette with whether or not I’d finish the century.

Monday:

Swam 2500y in the morning, which included a broken 1000y [300-250-200-150-100 with 10″ rest between each] as the main set. AND, I did a 2:50 200y and low 1:20-something 100y, so maybe I’m starting to remember how to swim. Not quite completely, but glimmers, faint recollections.

Biked home from the ferry the slightly longer way to get in a full hour of riding in.

Tuesday:

Ran a bit over 7 miles easy on the trails above my house. The trails above my house are hilly. That’s why they’re above and not next to my house. Took over an hour.

Wednesday:

Rode to the ferry and to and from the ferry to the office, but did not ride all the way home from the ferry because, see, the ferry is right next to Marin Brew Co and so sometimes that just doesn’t happen the way it’s supposed to. Ended up being something less than an hour of riding, depending on what you count as “riding” in the city.

Thursday:

Epic day of ridiculous hotness and exhaustion. Ran the 5.1 miles to TRX class fast. Did TRX class + some extra TRXing. Ran the 5.1 miles home slow.

Swam 500y in the evening, which was more like floating than swimming.

Friday:

Swam 1,900y. Planned on swimming more, but then I didn’t. Really it was a feat of mental strength to swim the 1,900y. My abs hurt so much from the TRXing the day before that pulling my legs over to flipturn was incredibly painful.

Planned on running, but then I didn’t.

Saturday:

Marin Century. Also rode my bike the 1.2 miles from my house to the start of the century, so that’s like super extra. At the end, after I ate and got ice cream and more ice cream and was riding home eating my ice cream, that 1.2 miles took like 8 minutes. So.

Sunday:

Swam 2,100y. Very, very slowly. Like, so slowly, I basically didn’t finish before they opened the pool up for kids to play and had to then navigate around small children.

Totally ready for IM training. Obviously.

Google Has To Be Wrong, Right?

This is what I looked like after I finally got home this morning:

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Tired. Hot. Tired. Hot.

I went a little overboard, maybe. I don’t know. I decided I would run home from my TRX class, thus getting in my run and my strength training. Bam. But, how do you get to TRX class if you’re going to run home from it? I decided I would run there too, though I was hoping Steve might give me a ride part of the way on his way out. Only that didn’t work and then I left 10′ later then I meant to, so I had to haul to get there.

Now, I didn’t know how far it is, but something more than 5 miles with a big hill in the middle (and lots of little hills along the way naturally). So, I felt pretty good about myself when I ran it in 37:30 on my way there. Dead, but good about myself. Actually, mostly dead. I was pretty sure I had just run sub-7:00 pace the whole way and huffed and puffed.

Of course, even though online it said class started at 10:30, in the schedule once I got there it said it started at 10:40, and then it started five minutes late from there. So, instead of being four minutes late, I was 11 minutes early, which I mostly used to stand in the middle of the room and drip sweat in a circle and wheeze.

Class was fine. I didn’t kill myself, but it was still longer than they used to be and then I (FOR SOME REASON) decided to do an extra five minutes of intense abs on the TRX after. You know, to get my six-pack.

Then, I ran very, very slowly home. And, what took me 37:30, definitely took 44:15 on the way back.

And, now Google is telling me it was only 5.1 miles there. Sigh. Apparently, I’m not so fast. But, I am still so tired.

Training Week: July 22-28

This week’s training log is not super excited, since it’s basically just me repeating ‘I’m tired’ over and over.

Monday:

Bike home from ferry. Plan on doing more, am tired, don’t. 45′ of riding

Tuesday:

I felt Shitty, capital S, and stayed home from work, slept, moaned, etc. I tried to go for a run in the afternoon. I ran an hour, but it got disgustingly slower as I went until I was running 9:00/mile pace.

Did light core when I got home, which really was just laying on my floor. But, if you lay on the floor for 40′ and do a sit-up every now and then, that totally counts as 20′ of core. Then, swam for 10′ – which isn’t like a metaphorical or approximate “ten minutes,” it was really just 10′.

Wednesday:

Rode the TT bike. Oh shit. To and from work + around China Camp on my way home, around 25 miles total for the day.

4.5 miles easy run in the hills in the evening. Did not feel terrible.

Thursday:

Bike to ferry. Plan on doing more, am tired, don’t.

Actually, I got drinks (and free ribs) with Maggie at Smuggler’s Cove, had a guy break the window of the Muni bus on the way there with his fist, and then sprinted to the ferry after. FYI, coming out of a dark, unmarked bar when it’s still light out and you’ve had three drinks and running full speed in ballet flats through Civic Center Plaza is enough to get the homeless people living in the plaza to cheer you on. In case you were wondering.

Friday:

Swim 2,200y. It is the worse 2,200y I have swum in years. Did at least a few 100s that weren’t even under 1:30. My arms are so sore and painful within a few minutes of starting that I’m convinced I somehow did push-ups in my sleep the night before.

Plan on doing more in the evening, don’t. Drink instead. Theme?

Saturday:

Run 9 hilly miles easy. I am then crippled by fatigue — despite my tried and true method of eating an ice cream sandwich after my run. I abandon all other plans for the day and lay on the couch and nap. It seems like doing the Tiburon Triathlon on Sunday would be a bad idea. If it’s suppose to be a fun start back into racing and it sounds the opposite of fun, then why do it. I decide to DNS, go watch the San Rafael Crit bike race in the evening, and drink beers from plastic cups so as to not get in trouble for drinking in public. Flawless technique.

Sunday:

Give up.

(And, yes, I am aware I change tenses when telling stories. Let it go.)

Training Week: July 15-21

I always, in a weird gawking/judge-y way, love reading other people’s training logs, or at least skimming them and making snide comments under my breath. So, go ahead, judge. This is my training load last week — in which I finally cracked 10 hours for like the first time since February maybe?

Monday:

Bike to ferry, to work from ferry — and back (which totals 20 miles, but is a mixed bag of useful and pointless biking), biked to Crossfit on way home — 22 miles total give or take

Crossfit – rowing + front squats + stuff

Tuesday:

GOD, I’m tired. Call it.

Wednesday:

Swim in the morning at this Masters at the community pool right next to my house, figuring it’ll be convenient. It is also stupid. We do 1800y in 55′. I’m pretty sure I water run faster than that.

Run 7 miles in the evening with 4 x 5′ at (7:05, 6:55, 6:45, 6:35 – except the last one I only managed 4′ and like, well, that was rough)

Thursday:

Bike to ferry, bike ALL the way home from work — successfully this time too — totals around 34 miles give or take

Light core while watching TV and playing with Tupac, which really means he sat under me and tried to bite my face every time I came down for a push-up. It made the whole strength workout more exciting.

Friday:

Run 5 miles easy in the morning — because I worked the later shift. Yay!

Bail on swimming in the evening — because I worked the later shift and didn’t get home until after 8 p.m. Sigh.

Saturday:

Swim 2400y, including a test swim of 1000y that I do periodically. Did it the slowest I have ever done it. Was so tired following that I watched TV and took a nap. Also, sigh.

Sunday:

Biked to the race, biked around the course, bike led the five-mile race, biked home — 17 miles or something?

Ran 3.5 miles of warm-up + 1 mile not quite as fast as I had hoped

Swam 1,000y easy in the afternoon.

Bam, I’m back. (Sort of. Kind of. I’m still slow and suck.)