Sunday, July 31, 2011

July comes to an end

BIKE: 1hr for about 17 miles. MS of 5min hard/5min mod for 45 mins
SWIM: 1:29 for about 2000m.

Got up early to get the bike in. I knew I'd be too tired after the picnic (and I was right) to get a ride done. As much as I dislike sitting on the trainer when the weather aint that bad, this was the plan. And there was no way I'd get in 5/5 intervals on the road around here.

The swim was a near fail. I just didn't have the energy, mental or physical. The umpteenth email to come to me this week reminding my of my inability to balance things out and get things done arrived at the end of the bike ride, and I couldn't shake it off for the swim. But that's just part of it. I was tired. I ended up doing just 50s and 100s, hanging on the wall to rest. We worked on the ABC drill, getting my right arm to catch wide, and w-i-d-e arm entry. When I get it right, it feels good! When I don't, eh, I don't feel so good. But even my "oh geez what am I doing wrong" laps still came in around 1:06 for 50m.

Then near the end my left leg cramped a little. Just a minor one, it shook out in a few mins, but it spooked me. F^CK. I decided, that was it. I'm done. Get out of the pool. I got to the wall where I overheard HJ in the next lane saying she had a foot cramp. Then she pushed off the wall. Then I pushed off the wall.

In the end, the distance is only a reasonable guess. There was lots more standing around today than usual, but still I only did freestyle so it's not like the time was eaten up in the kicking sets that I opted out of.

How do I feel? I'm told my eyes have a glazed over look. A few people have asked in I'm OK (them's being CHG and PS). I tired as all hell but lovin' it. July is over! What a month! Something for the club every stinking weekend! August is for ME.

NUMERICS: planned: 14:15. actual 14:12
SWIM: 5906 y in 3.33 hrs, planned 3.58
BIKE:103.40 miles in 6.5hrs, planned 6.08
RUN: 24.90 miles in 4.03 hrs, planned 4.08

damn, almost exactly as planned!

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