Today is 10 days from when I toe the line at IMFL. When I wake up tomorrow, it'll be single digits. I should be excited, but not fully. I've come to the realization that one of my friends is very likely to bail on me for the trip and when I cross the finish line in 10 days, I'll have no one there supporting me. That's enough feeling sorry for myself and the story is a lot deeper than just a single sentence as well.
I cycled for 1.5 hours tonight on the spin bikes. Did 5x4min fast with 3min rest. I could only get my heart rate up to 158 or so. I just didn't have the mental sharpness today to push it over 160 and keep it there. Basically, I was being a pussy about it. Not cool.
It might have been because my legs were tired this morning from running 20 minutes. I felt fine, but there were some pains in my foot, but mostly in the 3rd toe area. They were minor, but it still hurt a bit. I'll have Rachel check me out on Thursday night. That's one of the perks of being an injury prone triathlete that's dating a physical therapist.
I was suppose to do a 30min swim yesterday. I worked late at work and didn't leave in time to get to Stacy and I didn't want to swim in Barton Springs. In the morning, I did some errands and took a broken toilet that's been sitting in my driveway for 6 weeks to the dump.
That's it for now.
2 comments:
So sorry to hear about your friend! You'll have many of us there in spirit cheering you on!
That's funny- I went on a date with a PT on Sunday and now I have a whole routine to do to rehab my knee. Great perk!
Jodi
Thanks. I've just been disappointed by a lot of people this year and this is just another instance of it.
Dating a PT is nice, but I'm trying to not rely on her too much. She's a great PT, but I already have a PT that I've been seeing for over a year now. Plus, I'm afraid that I'll be bugging her about work related stuff when she's not at work. We'll see though.
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