You know, I thought about not writing this post. This "oh wow, I had such a great workout, I am so ready for Kona blah blah blah". Not because I didn't want to, but because I don't want people (my "competition" maybe) to think that I'm trying to psych them out and pull some Macca mind moves on them.
I reminded myself that when I started this blog (before I had ever done a triathlon and just 2 months after I learned to clip in to bicycle pedals), "my competition" wasn't even on my radar. I was more concerned about not-drowning (still am I guess) and learning what an IT Band was and wondering why someone would ever eat food while they workout. I just started chronicling the ins and outs of my training. The good days and the bad, I put it all out there. I used to put up my entire training for the week (oh how lazy I have become!). The point is, it was never about making other people happy, putting up a front, or changing what I would say based on who read it. I've gotten many offers to monetize my blog (can't believe how many people read this stuff- thank you thank you thank you!), and companies wanting me to write reviews in exchange for money or product, but that's not up my alley. I write what I want to write. period.
Now, sometimes when I go to write a blog post, I find myself saying, "Will this girl or this girl think that I think that I'm hot doo doo or overconfident?" So today, I said, ENOUGH! Why am I overthinking this? The thing I love about my blog is that it has always been real (or as real as I can make it with my job as a school psychologist) and has never been about anyone else or getting sponsors (I don't think I even knew triathlon sponsors existed when I started this blog..) or just race reporting. It's about life and how my life has evolved as someone who is now, most definitely in the "triathlete" category. It's fun to look at the blog header "Triathlon-ish in San Diego" because I had never done a triathlon and didn't want to claim I was some triathlete or something. I just had a dream to do a triathlon. Looks like that one came true :). Thanks, Santa.
So, back to me, the real me. What I want to write is that I had one of those great days today. A day that I don't think I've ever had in training so effortlessly. Ok, well there was a lot of effort (or work done by my wattage cottage), but my perceived exertion is just in a totally different zipcode than it used to be.
There were no paces to hit, or intervals that required "nailing", it was nothing fancy. Just a good solid swim-bike-run day.
Today went like this:
Swim-2 miles- one hour masters pool swim. Nothing fancy, just a solid swim on a base interval (leaving on the 1:30 for all the sets if you're curious) that used to be WORK, but just felt smooth and steady. I was gliding! I was not writhing! This was how swimmers swim, I swear!
We basically swam a couple broken 1500s on this 1:30 interval, but came in on the 200 and 300s with 10 to 20 seconds rest. Nothing fancy, just a standard saturday "warm up" for the bike & run. I got out of the pool feeling fresh and awake.
Ride- 75 miles- 4 hours 20 minutes with 4700 feet of climbing. Again, nothing fancy. Just me and my husband riding towards the sunshine up a bunch of hills.
|first glimpse of sunshine all day, only had to ride 40 miles east!|
Run- 13.1 miles- 1hr 38 minutes (7:29 pace)- average heart rate- 141. This is where it gets good (to me)! I got home and had a lovely message from Katya that she would meet me for my last long run-off-the-bike. My text response was some type of high school gush involving, "OMG I love you! BFF!" I got my butt out the door and brought my Garmin to make sure I kept my heart rate in check (because it was to be nothing fancy, just a jog). I started jogging easy and clicking off the miles running down to meet K. When Garmin beeped, I would peek at the mile splits, surpised to see 7:20s & 7:30s because it felt like I was running 8 minute pace. I checked my heart rate-high 130s....perfect! I figured I'd bank these miles while I could, and probably "feel it" and slow down later. Well, later never happened. I met up with Katya for the middle 7-ish miles and we chatted and chatted, just a couple crazy girls out for a "jog". I didn't tell her we were running 7:15s until I felt bad because she just did IM Wisconsin 2 weeks ago (and was 5th lady!!) so I offered to slow down, but she was killing it and just jogging with me and chatting so we didn't change a thing. My last 4 miles were uphill (and I even added a bonus hill) and my pace never slowed down. I did speed it up a bit (and my heart rate zoomed up a bit too- oops!) at the end (a combination of wanting to see what I had left in the tank and also turning on my ipod and just generally being in the zone).Turns out there was plenty left in the tank.
Yeah, today was a page in my book, and it takes a book of workouts to add up to Race Day Magic. (it also takes a smart smart taper). I don't like to "read" too much into any one day. It doesn't tell me anything about what pace I may run in Kona or how many minutes I can shave off my bike time, but it does tell me that I'm at a place where I can finally say that I'm pretty fit for me. And for me, fit=fun. And for now, that's what its all about. Today I had FUN riding my bike with my husband and sticking like glue to his wheel up Old 395. I had fun jogging a tempo-ish t-run and am pretty lucky that I had a super fit friend to do it with. I had fun realizing that this year's steady swim-all-day pace is last years "gasping for air" pace.
Triathlon is fun. Blogging about it is also fun. Because you can see where you've come from, where you are, and dream about where you may go.