That's what Richard posted on my Wall today. Followed by a sinister mwah-hahahaha. :) (this will be his 3rd, so he knows what's coming, the good and the bad). Man. 90 days!!! How did that happen? It's funny how our perception of time can be such a dichotomy. On one hand it takes so long to get things done...on the other it goes by so quickly. I think back to last September, and it seemed I had all the time in the world to get ready...and now we are a mere 14 weeks away. Which means 12 more weeks of training. Doesn't seem like much! Can I get everything done that I need to get done? I'm feeling good. I know the toughest stuff is yet to come. And I am feeling ready to take it on. I do wonder if I can get where I want to be with such a small amount of training time left...but then I know Z will get me where I need to be; as long as I stick to my training plan, I'll get there. Twelve more opportunities to get the nutrition right and find the speed I want on the hills. Twelve more opportunities to make the long runs longer, and the bricks bigger. Twelve more opportunities to push as hard as I can and see where my limits are.
After the race last weekend, I was pretty sore. Probably the most I've ever hurt after a race. My recovery ride on Monday was pretty damn funny. I couldn't believe how slow I was! David rode with me, and seems we switched roles - he was actually waiting for me! Took me almost twice as long to do a Shiloh loop. I did three, and that was my ride! lol. I thanked him for riding slow with me, and he laughed and said "probably the only time I'll get to ride with you!" :) Tuesday was an off day, which was nice. Wednesday, after Masters, I had a massage with the uber-talented Jen Vogel, and let me just say, it hurt like a son-of-a-bitch - I was practically jumping off the table - but after she was done, I could actually walk down the stairs again!! I didn't do my run Wednesday, and it sounds like it was the SF athlete strike day - turns out there were quite a few of us that didn't run in that heat!! A bike on Thursday, a skipped workout on Friday, and a long run yesterday, brings to to today's ride which took me through the back roads of Georgia, and across the Buford Dam. Man, that road is a trip! Crazy hills, speed got up to about 44 mph on one particular downhill, (and yes the associated uphills were something) and I even felt some speed shakes on the bike. Insane. Riding along the top of the dam was gorgeous though.
I think I'm still holding back in the long workouts. I need to figure out why that is, and just go for it. I have to know where that line is before the race. I think in part it is a fear of not being able to finish something...so I have to find a way to let go of that and just do it. The truth is, to find out where my limit is, it probably does mean not finishing something...having to call David to come pick me up off some country road because I just can't do anymore. Maybe I will just look at that as just finishing something different - the need to push myself to the limit. I remember a long time ago, growing up, and my best friends' dad used to ride, and he'd get out and start riding, and then not be able to make it back so her mom had to go pick him up from the nearest town (and there were no cell phones back then!). The way I heard it, as you can imagine, was that he was crazy! Now I think, crazy maybe, but I totally get it!
I spent a lot of the week saying to myself "If you want to be an ironman...you need to do <insert workout>". Getting up at 5am...or pushing those last 3 miles of yesterday's long run in zone 4-5 (man that hurt). I know that's going to be even more important through the next couple of blocks. So with another big 17 hour week in front of me, I'm ready to do what I need to do to get stronger and faster, and keep ticking off the days.
Happy Training!
Kat
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