Well, Friday was a loss. Some days life just gets in the way. Life and work conspired against me and so it was spent either in the car or on the computer. But that was no big deal because Saturday I was pacing my bud for his last lap of the Rocky Raccoon 50 miler. 16.67 miles on the schedule and I have no idea what kind of pace we were planning to hold. It was a ball, we paced a pretty strong 11 miles, but then the wheels fell off with an epic "My everything hurts." And that was that. He had a great effort putting it out there, just a little short this time.
Sunday I spent doing my taxes, I was supposed to ride. But, you know, when the weather craps out, again, I'm already a little tired and the Superbowl was on, it just didn't happen. I think this was the first day I just sat back and said no. Monday needed to be a good day to get the moti back.
And it was. My noon time 5 mile run was pretty good. My legs were a bit heavy getting started and really all the way to about 3 miles. Then I started a round of pickups and that brought me back to my pace and rhythm. I hit it up to a steady pace and finished it off in a touch over 48 minutes. The evening swim was going to be tough. I had read over the workout a few times and I knew it was going to be a challenge. 1000 straight, not too bad, 18 minutes and change with 250 of it back/breast 50's. That was followed by 4 600's. These started to pull in the pain a bit. The effort went up and so did the time! The first one was 6:15 which was decent, but they got a bit slower to 6:25. Not so good. An interesting swim in that I felt good in the water, but the times just weren't there. I followed up the 400's with 4 100's on the 1:40. These hurt, really hurt. 1:24 to 1:28. That last one was flailing. I made it though, and I'm pretty proud. Tomorrow should be a good day.
Posted by Mark at February 7, 2005 07:39 PM