Hurt so good...

SWIM: 3500y in 82 mins
RUN: 6.5 miles in 60 mins, treadmill

I thought about joining the usual Thursday run this morning, but they are starting in the dark. And since that run is where a earned myself an avulsion fracture in the same foot in late 2010, I was easily convinced to skip it. Group pace, distracted by conversation, dark trails, hidden and uneven surfaces...yeah, treadmill under bright lights sounds fine.

But I'm off my usual schedule, and I miss it. Now I don't leave the house until after 630am and don't get to work until 10am. Only a triathlete could get up before 5 and still not get to work until 10.

The swim was originally a 3100y with a long pull set. I wasn't interested in 900y of pulling! So I made it a 350@75%, 300@80%, 250@85%, 400@75%, 350@80%, 300@85% main set. Combined with 100pull recoveries,  a 1000y WU, and CD 50's, it was a great workout. I got in the extra 20 I missed Tuesday-- forgot to mention in that swim I climbed out thinking I'd hit 2 miles only to have my new swim friend point out I needed 3420--20y more than I had just finished.  (I almost got right back in to swim the 20!).  Today I was happy to report when asked that yes I not hit 2 miles but also made up for Tuesday. He was swimming an "easy" 4000+ something... But he also wasn't running afterwards.

The run was my first steady no-walk run since the injury. It was also my first run in the new 12's and the orthotics take from the most recent 11's. They aren't perfect yet, so fixing them goes on the to-do list. After 1 hr my left foot was talking to me about the orthotic (but was also doing that in the previous shoes).  Also my k-tape came off in the pool, so it was a tapeless run. 

The plan was a speed pyramid: start at 6.6 (1% incline) and add 0.1 on the speed setting every 0.5 mile until I hit halfway, which I planned to be at 6 miles. 6.6 is about a 9:15, so this started out right in the middle of my happy pace. Then I would come back down the pyramid after halfway. 

This was a mentally tough run! The only thing that wanted to stop was my brain. At 3 miles Hurt So Good came on the overhead radio and I sang along under my breath. Not like any of the other headphoned patrons (including DH) would hear me anyway! But what a fitting song. Sometimes love don't feel like it should... No it doesn't. Sometimes it's a sweaty boring run on a treadmill with only Clif Bloks to break up the monotony.

But I to mentally push this one out. I kept letting the thought creep in that "I'm recovering I can and maybe should stop early!". "Maybe I should walk?!"

Walking is for weanies. Don't be a puss-ass. HTFU and finish.

I set a goal of running 6.2 and then CD. Mission accomplished.

Then the bike. Oh yeah, I was going to bike with the group out of FP! And why not? I'm resting tomorrow! But it was not to be. Around 430 I was so tired and hungry and mentally fuzzed that I walked out to the truck and took an IronNap!  It wasn't my plan, but that's what happened. I didn't think I'd sleep so I didn't set an alarm. So when I woke up at 531pm, I rushed out to get stuff from lab and left the keys in the truck... IronFuzzBrain.

By the time I got home I was wiped. I'm in bed typing away, about to nod off. I've been craving that so-tired-I-can't-even-walk feeling and today I had it!  Yay!!!!


Injury update: no pains, all is well.