One Week Closer

Now less than six weeks away from IM Florida. Time flies. These long workouts are tough and my legs get tired but my recovery seems to be fairly good. The body is still holding up okay. The 4th annual ITPMAN has really been taking up a ton of my time, even more than ever and work has been busy. So, training, work, and itpman has me lacking sleep and increased stress levels.

I ran 16 miles on Friday and felt pretty decent. It was slow but I got it done. I took Saturday off because I had to work and do itpman packet pick up for 5 hours. Today (Sunday) we had 30 people show up for a course preview of the itpman course. This is the stuff I love. Most of these people were either new to triathlon or new to the course and they were all very appreciative of this day. They had lots of great questions and they loved the course. Phew. I rode an hour leading a 'B' group, then we set out to run most of the run course, about 30 min. My run felt pretty good as a bonus. As much as I just wanted to go home and take a nap after this, I set out for a long bike ride. I usually like to ride out for half of my goal time so I don't bail too early. I decided to take a new route which was great but I really had no idea where I was going. When you set out for a long ride, it almost doesn't matter. My sense of direction is pretty good so I went north for a while into New York, then west for a while, then South, hit the CT border, east, and back home. The human compass works pretty well.

So, I was riding along today with this xlab bottle carrier behind my seat and my water bottles must have flown off about 6 times. I need to come up with a new system for florida. Hopefully I just need new bottle cages. I had a spare tube, 2 CO2 cartridges, allen tool, and tire lever, in a 1/2 water bottle in one of the rear cages. Off it flew. I go back for it and its not there. I went back and forth along the road about 4 times. No sign of it anywhere. Where could it have gone. I look in the sewers. I never found it. Off I go and say a little prayer that I don't get a flat.

Here comes the squirrel...right in front of me in the last few miles of my ride. It stops and can't figure out which way to go now so its dancing in the street right in front of my. I jack on the brakes and fishtail but stayed in control and the squirrel and I fend off a meeting for another day.

I got in another 4:11 on the bike so 5:11 total and :30 run. Another long training day in the books. Itpman is Saturday....Once that's over, I can't get some semblance of normalcy back in my life. How bout a vacation???