Declaration: recovery from running a long slow distance is different from racing an even slightly shorter distance. When I race a marathon my quads seems to take most of the beating. My quads and my ankles.
Today, my back aches, my calves are screaming and my feet are really sore. I guess moving so much slower uses your muscles differently. And of course, it was such a hilly course, my gluteus muscles are reminding me that they were actively engaged all race, ha!
I had a great time Sunday and it ended what has been a long and memorable marathon racing season. Cowtown was #10 total and #4 in as many months. Between marathons and ultras, I’ve been in constant marathon training since August of 2010. The longest break I’ve taken is one week.
Declaration: It’s time to rest. No more long distance running for me until training for Chicago. (BTdub, I’m running Chicago) I’m counting half marathons as distance running too. Giving these legs a well deserved break.
Ha, ha, ha, I actually managed to type that with a straight face.
Look carefully; I wrote was that there will be no more distance RUNNING.
I’m registered for the Shiner GASP in early May. It will be my first 100 mile bike rally. And what better place than the heat, wind and hills of the Texas Hill Country? I’m really excited about this opportunity; it should be a lot of fun! In August I’ll ride 100 miles for Hotter N Hell. (last year I did the 50) I'm really excited to make cycling more of a focus in my training this summer. I have a lot to learn and I'd like to be a stronger, more powerful cyclist.
But that’s not all.
I’ve been keeping a secret. My theory is, if I don’t share it, I can always back out. But with just over a month to go, I guess this is really happening. Gulp, here it goes.
Confession: It all started last summer on a particularly long, hot bike ride. I’m sure we’d been baking in the sun for a few hours when Gretchen and I stared talking about triathlon. I’m scared of the water y’all. Like, wolverine scared. Polar bear scared. Biking and running I can do. Swimming? No thank you. So she says to me, “You’re fit. Go for it.” And maybe it was dehydration but I went home and registered. For my first 70.3, Ironman Lonestar. Go big or go home, right?
Oh gosh y’all, it makes me feel sick just typing that. So now you know my secret. (which isn’t so secret if we are IRL friends on FB, Heidi outed me when she registered a few weeks ago, ha!)
The past few months have been filled with swimming drills, hours on the trainer, wetsuit shopping, bike fittings, coaching sessions and spending lots and lots of money. Triathlon is spendy!
Confession: I’m excited but I’m also pretty sure I’m going to die from fright during the swim. (people KICK you, did you know that? And sharks, don’t get me started on sharks! And jellyfish!)
But what a way to go.
Have you ever registered for something that scared you to pieces? What was it?