I made it through the week. Thank goodness! There were moments when I doubted I would make it. As previously mentioned, I was UNMOTIVATED. I bounced back I think, because of the light at the end of the tunnel. Plus, I made some changes in my calendar to lighten my load. I've had some big days lately:
BIG SWIM: My biggest swim workout in the pool - EVER. I'm going to write more about this one because I can't believe I did it and there's a great story behind it. For now, I'll recap and say that I did 4500 yards thanks to Sheila Taormina, Lance Tate and Sami Winter.
STRONG RUN: The Killer K workout at the track. I did 6 x 1K (that's 2.5 times around the track) with a 45" rest between intervals. I hated it and loved it. I will be honest, I found this on my Runner's World calendar and decided I needed to try it. I haven't been to the track in a few weeks and I needed some cruise intervals. This fit the bill. In two weeks, I'm aiming for 8 x 1K.
BIG BIKE: On the heels of my sprint tri, I drove up to Emerald Isle, NC for my first century ride of the year! I actually didn't expect to hit 100 miles, but I had to do five hours and thirty minutes. I did an out and back and out and back and when I hit the homestretch, I realized that when I reached my car, I'd only be two miles away from 100. I had to do it. I went out past the parking lot for one mile and then back for one. My mileage flipped to 101 as I rolled into my finish line.
LONG RUN: I did my longest run this year! I started with Honey Spice at 5:45a in the misty rain. We did a five mile out-and-back. We chatted and caught up and the miles flew by. I refueled at the car and she headed to work. I headed out again to tackle 2:40 or 15 miles total. Whichever came first. I ran through the neighborhood I grew up in, past my elementary school and into a park. My workout called for 3 x 20 minutes at threshold and I did really well even though my last few miles were torture. The mist turned to pouring rain, my knee started aching and I realized I'd worn the wrong singlet over my tri top. The chafing under my arms = not pretty. I ran for a while with my arms lifted, my elbows pointing way out to the side and an over-exaggerated swing. I looked like a limpy bird trying to take off in flight. I finally took it off and tucked it into the back of my tri top - which made me look like a superhero wannabe [NO CAPES!]. I made it back to the YWCA and my watch read 15.67 miles. You guessed it, I had to finish the mile.