Last time I wrote, I was drowning in work. That was my life until today. Today, it all came to a much-welcomed standstill. When that happened, I spent about an hour organizing the piles of paper that had built up on my desk, I made my to-do list for tomorrow, and I came home. When we’re buried, we are buried. When I can pause, I pause. And today, I got to pause. Finally. Continue reading
I’ve been trying to be consistent about exercising though I’m not formally training for anything right now. Standard for me is to get at least 30 minutes of running or walking in on the treadmill, if I do nothing else. This week, I’ve been walking more than running and doing so on an incline to make the workout harder. Even with that short effort, I end up drenched and pleased with myself for showing up and making it happen. Then today, it all almost went to hell.
I leave in three days. I’m heading back to Madison for a second attempt at conquering the massive hill on Barlow Road. Last year, I dropped my chain about a third of the way up and had to walk my bike up the rest. It was still a great race, but that feels like unfinished business to me. So back I go, and this time I feel even more ready. Continue reading
Okay, so it wasn’t 70. It was 69. Miles, that is. I did 69 miles on my bike after weeks of not being out on my bike. The last time Dave and I rode, we did a quick 17 miles and called it good. Since then, we’ve had stuff going on – events, travels and such – and the long rides and runs just haven’t been happening. But this week, I sat down and wrote out my long ride and run schedule leading up to Wisconsin in my planner and I had a “Oh, sh*t!” moment. My ride today called for five hours. FIVE HOURS. How could I do that after weeks of not riding? I wasn’t sure that I could. Continue reading
For the last two weeks, I’ve been anticipating today’s training ride. This was my biggest training ride towards Wisconsin. My schedule said to ride for 7 hours. My plan was to ride the dam loop (a 43-mile hilly route) twice and then (energy permitting) make up whatever additional time I needed by riding an out and back on Parmer. I emailed some friends to see who I could wrangle together for this ride, and, oh my goodness, they came out in the best way. Continue reading
Biking. That’s been my focus this entire season of Ironman training. Twice a week, I do spin classes at the Academy. On Saturdays, I’ve been doing long rides. And until a couple of weeks ago, I was riding again on Sundays, in lieu of a long run. My thinking has been that time on the bike is what I need to be confident going into Wisconsin. I’m not confident yet because I have a healthy respect for the bike course in this particular race, but I’m feeling like I’ve done the best I can to prepare so far. And that’s really all I can do. Continue reading
I wasn’t fast, but I finished. Finally, I was healthy enough to get to a finish line once again, and it happened to be a stunningly beautiful finish line in Tenants Harbor, Maine. I call that a sweet victory on all fronts after my year of injuries and missed races. And it’s not really the end. It’s only just the beginning. Continue reading