Day Nineteen

Two hour bike.  Yesterday was a wonderful run, I felt like I was floating up the hill.  Today I felt the exact opposite.  I kept checking to see if my brake was rubbing, or my tire was flat, but no I just felt terrible.   My speed was so slow and my effort seemed to be huge.  I could not keep up with the guy with gut that was towing his kid behind him.   I barley passed a couple where the man was handcycling with his wife WALKING behind him.  Tomorrow is a new day!

Day Eighteen

Swim/Run.  It is raining today.  This makes for the best run days.  Not because it is particularly fun to run in the rain, it can be fun in the mud, but I was just on cement.  But because there is no one else out.  There might be people running in other towns, but we live in Pacifica not a very active town, so there is not a single soul that I run into for my 45 minute run.  This is great, it makes me feel like I am really training, I am tougher than those others who are sitting at home not training today, those who cannot take the wind and rain.  I am tougher than the little Shakira looking mom that I often see pushing her stroller up the hill that I can barely run up.  This girl is something, she obviously just had a baby - it can be seen in the stroller - and she has the body of Shakira.  As I am running I am thinking about her, she is an inspiration, so fit after just having a baby.  But quickly my thoughts turn negative.  I think that there is no possible way she can look like she does with a baby that young, it is probably adopted...no no she is probably a baby sitter.  You know kids have to be, what 6 months, before they are allowed in a running stroller so their neck muscles are strong enough, the kid in Shakira's stroller looks younger than that,  she is probably hurting the baby.  I may not be as fit as her, but at least I know that.  And where is she today, probably at home (running on the treadmill at speeds that I cannot imagine) using her baby as an excuse not to be out here in the wind and rain.  So now I feel good about myself, feeling tough, I am inspiring myself.  The hill that I before talked about being hard was easy today, maybe those sprint on the treadmill are actually helping.  The run is great, easy, and of course I feel strong for being out here.  I make it back to the car.  Since I am stopping by the store before I get home I am going to change my soaking spandex to normal warm up pants.  This is not easy.  Sure I can slip right out of the shorts, but to put these warm up pants on....they are just sticking to me. I struggle just getting them over my feet.  So there I am for minutes in the back of the car fighting to get these sticky pants on myself.  I actually have to lay down in the back of the car to get them on.  I bet Shakira mom never had to do that.  And there it is, she beat me again today.  I did not even see her, but I know she has won.

I did swim today, but not in the rain, there were a number of other swimmers, so who cares. 

Funny

I guess this is starting to get to me.  I was sleeping last night and Ryan woke me up, asking what I was dreaming about.  He said I was moving like the dog does when she dreams.  When we assume she is chasing an animal in her dream.  I was dreaming about being on the treadmill and pumping up the speed for my sprint work.  He said both my hand and legs were moving.  What a nut I am!

Day Seventeen

Good/bad ride today.  Great to be able to be outside and not stuck on the trainer.  My hour and 15 minutes on a ride outside today equals to what about ten minutes feels like on the trainer.  Outside is just fun and relaxing, the trainer is punishment.  So I went out for 35 minutes but it took me 42 minutes to ride back, an extra 7 minutes because it was really windy.  7 minutes is a huge percentage of time when you are only riding 35 minutes.  School was nuts today, six kids got arrested, it was nice to blow that off and ride alone with my thoughts.

Day Sixteen

I did not have to go into work until later, so I got to swim at six instead of five.  This makes for a better day.  Swim was great,  I was going to come home and run, but I was so hungry I decided to eat (and get back into bed to warm up) and run in the afternoon.  Went to the gym to run since I had to do 8-30 second sprints over the course of a 45 minute run.  I ran for about 35 minutes, but then my foot got really sore.  Since I had already finished my sprints I just called it good.  I do not find it necessary to hurt myself only two weeks into this whole thing.

After Ryan and I went to Petaluma to pick up his new car.  A total of over 200 miles driven today, geeze, but got work, two workouts and a drive to Petaluma in.

Day Fifteen

Rain Rain go away...Since the kids up the hill broke my windshield  I had to stay around the house to have it fixed.  I did a Chris Carmichael Time Trial video so I could be home while my windshield was repaired.  Could Chris mention Lance anymore than he did.  I don't think so, I had to see videos of Lance's time trial in the TDF, I had to hear about how much Lance loved this workout.  On and on the guy was driving me nuts.  I am not looking to be Lance and I am not interested in how much better he is than I will ever dream about being.  Workout was fine in the end.  An hour and ten minutes on the trainer :P

Day Fourteen

I decided to take a full rest day and skipped my make up swim.  The book talks about how important rest days are and when I woke up my legs were so soar....so no make up swim today.   Instead I spent a couple of hours on the phone with Bank of America, talked to the cops about some kids that broke my winshield, and did YOGA!  Really just MTV yoga in the living room, but still. it counts.  It was a necessary way to end the day.  A way to get my mind back in a calm place, not angry at the kids or the bank...

Day Thirteen

Got a run in this afternoon, 50 great minutes, running along the bay in Marin.  But missed the swim, so will be making that up tomorrow on my rest day.