I'm training again. For the most part. It has now been three weeks since Boston, and last week, I decided to get back (somewhat) into training mode. I have been pretty easy on my left IT band, trying to make sure that it has healed up. So, the sum total of my running last week was 16 miles, nothing over 5 miles. So far, so good.
That has been the easy part. Swimming has been a whole 'nuther adventure. Last Monday, I jumped in the pool with David's team, the UPAC Sharks. Actually, I have been paying my Master's dues for the past 4 months, even though I haven't been swimming. So, it was time to actually swim. I started out in Lane 5 (typically Lane 6 is the lane with the oldest, and therefore, fastest kids), figuring that I should be able to keep up. And I did... at least through the warm up. Then, new coach Ashley said, "Main set is 6 x 200: lane 6 is on 2:45 and lane 5 is on 2:50." Even when I was/am in swim shape, 2:50 is not going to happen. Well, it might happen, but I'm not going to be back at the wall for a 2:50 send-off; it would be more of a 160 or 170. So, anyway, I proceeded to move to lane 4, where it was closer to 4:00 (not by design). Funny. I wasn't that out of breath; I just couldn't go any faster. That was last Monday. Fast forward to today, where I swam at 5:00 AM. My alarm went off at 4:35 AM, and it was an, "Oh my, am I really going to get up and swim?" Unfortunately, the alarm woke up the dogs, so then I was up. Since it had been a long time since I woke up to swim, I forgot how cold it is when you wake up before the furnace kicks on. Yikes!
My swim wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be, although still pretty slow. Same problem: just can't go any faster, although I didn't feel that out of breath. After I got home, I was ready to go take a nap.
This past weekend, I went on a swim-bike. Not actually swimming, but I think I got wetter on the bike than I did this morning in the pool. There were intermittent torrential downpours all the way around. The ride visited the bustling metropoli (is that the plural or is it metropoliseseseseses?) of (in order) Roy, McKenna, Yelm, and Rainier. I rode with Lisa, Karen, and Ross, all of whom were riding their tri-bikes, and none of whom had fenders. Arrgh. Drafting was no fun, but necessary, since the ride was longer than I've ridden all year, and I am frighteningly out of shape. I hadn't planned on riding for 3 hours, so I only had one water bottle, which was fine until there were about 5 miles to go, and then it got ugly. By the time I was climbing the last hill on Old Pacific Highway, I was seeing stars. Probably not going to see those neurons again. Food, a hot shower, and an hour later, I felt mostly back to normal.
Ahhhhh, it's good to be back in training mode again!
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