I have this half crazy idea that I’m going to do a half ironman at the beginning of august. Last week was my first official training week, and this is what it looked like:
Monday: It’s about 28° F outside, and sleeting and I am running for an hour in this grossness. I don’t get feeling back in my toes until about 2 miles in, but maybe not having feeling was for the best, because now they just feel wet and gross. Yay, March.
Tuesday: I decide to put my new gym membership (purchased so that I have pool access) to use and go to spin class to get in some of my biking. I have never been to spin class before and do not understand how the instructor can possibly have this much energy. Also, spin class may not be a suitable substitute for “45 minutes easy peddling” when I have a two-a-day schedule today. And my bum hurts. Why you gotta do me like that bike seat? I’m working crossfit into my training schedule twice a week in place of my bike and run speed workouts, so I go WOD in the evening. This seems manageable, because I have totes drank the crossfit koolaid.
Wednesday: Cannot find the women’s locker room at the new pool. The men’s is clearly labeled, but after walking back and forth down the hall at the back of the pool I finally ask someone where the locker room is. The entrance is tucked back around a corner, unmarked. The pool is quite warm, but I’m okay with that for today because it’s once again not going to climb above freezing today. I paddle out my mile. Hair freezes on the walk to the car afterwards.
Thursday: I was going to hit the pool today, but plans changed.
Friday: Jog out a quick and uneventful 30 minutes in the morning, and hit the pool in the evening. Apparently the pool is a popular place on Friday night, and a girl joins my lane and just kind of hops around in the middle of it. She and I somehow manage to not collide over the course of the 45 minutes that I’m there, although I’m not entirely sure how, because she certainly seemed to be all over the place.
Saturday: Crossfit Open 13.3 in the morning. I can’t do double unders yet, so I just do singles after I finish all those wall balls. Those will come back to haunt me on Sunday. Spend 90 minutes on a stationary bike in the afternoon. Oof. My bum is not happy about this choice. I need to buy a road bike stat.
After all that I’m back at it this week. 19 to go!Comments: 1 Comment