So, I was eagerly awaiting my training plan for the week. And yesterday, it arrived!!!
I couldn't wait to open it...
The message said "KEY WEEK! Get the hours in with efforts. Good luck!". I opened the spreadsheet and scrolled down ...and the excitement fell from my face...and I think horror replaced it. I tallied up the hours. Fifteen. Yes, 15 hours!! WTF?! I thought this was taper?
I suddenly got that same feeling in my gut that I got when I was a kid and my older brother would give me some amazing news, like "mom is letting us skip school today so we can go to King's Island"...and follow it up with "SIKE!!" and laughter.
But, I have Worlds less than two months after IMKY. And I trust coach. I'm sure there is some strategy to this insanity.
I did have intentions to go to the grocery. And I wanted to do another load of laundry. But I also knew at that point, that I had no energy to waste on tasks that could wait. And I was exhausted. So, I was in bed by 8:30pm...
And up again at 4:30am for swim practice. I've come to view swimming as recovery. Even if it's 3k at a good intensity. It's just not as grueling as running. or riding for hours on end.
Thankfully, today was a fun practice. We were missing a few people with vacations and kids starting school, so we did long sets...which I love!
Tonight is the Cleves Time Trial. The first time i get to test the speed on the new ride. Can't wait!!