“I got 99 problems….and they’re all my sore muscles!”
Week nine brought a new set of challenges and some pretty sore muscles. I have been expecting them to come along and I am pretty sure that the rest of the training schedule will involve many more sore days. That’s okay, it just means I am alive and hopefully getting stronger.
The beginning of the week was rainy and I had a short hill repeat session, so I decided to take our puppy, Kodiak, and work on running with him. He did a pretty good job, but has a habit of trying to pick up sticks on the run, which sometimes means we suddenly stop if he doesn’t get it as we go past. Otherwise, he is becoming a good runner keeping on one side of me. The most exciting news of the week is that the pool heater is fixed! Aimee, Tami, and I had a good swim and surprisingly, the whole pool to ourselves. My swim continues to get better and I am becoming more confident each week.
The end of the week was busy with appointments and as I said last week, I proposed to do my long run from our house 8.5 miles down a trail and meet Adam at his appointment. This had its moments of regret as I ran. The beginning was nice and flat, and I knew I would have to run up over a pretty good sized hill, but I thought the downhill would be similar with switchbacks and I would just gradually make my way down. This wasn’t reality at all. The other side was peppered with steep rollers that at times I had to walk up. However, I did make it to Adam’s appointment with time to spare, the trade-off was starting Saturday’s long ride with very sore legs.
Saturday was an almost Spring day! Tami, Aimee, and I started off in the fog and headed out for our 55 mile ride. We stopped along the way and picked up one of Aimee’s co-workers, Mike, who rode about 25 of the miles with us. By mile 30 the sun had come out and I was definitely suffering. My legs were losing power little by little as we rode up a a very deceptive 7 mile incline. Riding the return route home, it was just me spinning in a low gear trying to get back, legs toast, and seat sore. The final thing I needed to do was a 30 minute recovery run. I tried, but could only muster a little jog for a few feet at a time and ended up walking the majority of it. This is where doubts crept in my head about finishing a full Ironman. If I can’t run after 55 miles, how am I going to do it after 112? There are 104 days left to train and then I will have the answer.
My long run on Friday was also an homage to Lenora Edwards. During her final months, a part of trail I ran on was being completed near her house and I told her that one day, I would run from my house to hers on the trail that connects us, at 6.3 miles. I made it up that hill and beyond. As I passed her street and house, I thought about all the people on my list who I am racing for in theirmemory. It would be really nice to be racing in honor of surviving instead. The Breast Cancer Research Foundation is dedicated to saving lives. Please donate today.