Wow, what a weekend. I had a solid week of training capped off with a 13.45 mile run Saturday morning with Vanessa and Adam. It was a great run. We left about 7:15 in the morning. By running standards, that is considered pretty late. I mean, heck, by eight o'clock it was already pretty toasty outside—mid-80's—with a bazillion percent humidity. The first part of our run was a really slight gradual uphill, followed by an increasingly steep incline. Once we got to mile three, it was pretty much smooth flat sailing to about mile eight. At the turn around is when the run gets a little more challenging. There is two-mile, steady incline that was making us work. Once we got to the top, the challenge was not to let our legs go and shred our hamstrings on the steep decline. The view on the run was spectacular. That is what I like most about going out on these long runs. I am out there, in the middle of these farms and ponds, and long roads with zero traffic. I have my nutrition with me, and my Fuel Belt on, and I am just going. Mile after mile. The sweat starts to drip off my face and onto my sunglasses. I am toasty warm, and all I can think of is how spectacular the scenery is and how much of a rock star (a.k.a. triathlete) I feel like—minus the throwing of televisions out of hotel windows, and not being able to differentiate between night and day.
Adam was so hot after our run that he had to be hosed off by Vanessa. Here he is seen doing his best Flashdance impersonation.
Ah, not ready to claw each other's eye sockets out over who gets control over the Magna Doodle, book, or doll.
Just look at those beautiful lines!
Sunday was a lot of fun. It was Father's Day, so while my wifey was at rehearsal from 9:30-1:30, I got to be... a father. Afterwards, she came home and Adam and I got together for a 50 mile ride followed by a 5k. Adam and I had a great ride out to a state park next to Lake Ontario. It was about fifty miles round trip. Cookie Monster (my new ride) was fast, real fast. I know everyone says, "It's not the bike, it's the engine." Yeah, well, true as that may be—I agree there is NO substitute for training—it is the bike a little bit as well. I pushed hard into the wind on the way there, but I never really felt fatigued at any point. On the way back, I averaged a pair of 31 m.p.h. (49.89 k.p.h.) splits on some fast flats. No offense Madone, but I never did that with you. I am excited for Musselman coming up on 10 July. That HIM left be bewildered last year. I had no idea what to expect, no idea at all about nutrition. Seriously, I drank less than 30 ounces of fluids on the bike. What was I thinking? Oh, I wasn't. I have the nutrition down this time around, so I am excited to see if I can knock off some serious time and set a new PR on this course. Our run felt fine. We ran a solid 8:20 pace off the bike. We were not trying to run hard. In fact, a couple of times, Adam and I had to slow each other down because we felt ourselves gradually get faster (oh, and Adam was sporting his Garmin 310 XT, so he knew exactly how fast we were going at every second.) That gets annoying really quickly!
Tuesday's Morning Speed Workout:
2 mile warmup Fartleks on roads: 10 Farletks at 90 seconds, with 2:00 minute recovery run in between. 2 mile cool down.
Finished my Fartlek's and made Julian's graduation just in time. Congratulations Graduate!
More soon: A cool review opportunity for me, and a GIVEAWAY!