Recovery weeks are kind of hard.
You go from weeks of frantically squeezing in 15 hours of workouts around work and life to frantically squeezing in 9 or 10 hours.
It should be easier right? I mean, less time dedicated to training for the week, it is all good.
But somehow, it feels harder. All the workouts are a bit shorter and it is really easy to “do it later” which can turn into “do it never.” I am a bit neurotic about getting that workout done though – I like to cross it off my calender, it feels really good. On the 15 hour + weeks, I have no problem sticking with the program and making it work. It never fails that work, weather, and life throws me a few curve balls on my recovery week.
Or is it me? Don’t I get those same curve balls thrown at me all the time?
I take my training seriously and sort of see each workout as a bale of hay that I am putting away in a barn, experience and fitness I am putting away for when I need to tap into it (83 days).
This isn’t my concept, I mean, I didn’t come up with it or anything. I picked it up on some forum last year on Beginner Triathlete and it stuck with me. But there are days when I feel like I am standing there next to that bale of hay, just looking at it, not sure I am in the mood to pick it up.
Maybe it looks a lot heavier than the last few bales I threw in. Or maybe I really only want to lift half a bale.
Or maybe I just want to lay in the field and chew on a piece of straw.
Take this morning. It was below 20 degrees, and a thick white frost covered everything outside. I stood there looking outside holding my bike, watching as my breath came out in white puffs.
Suddenly, a later bike ride sounded pretty darn good.
Except I have plans with friends that require me to get my ass out the door and get that hay loaded in the barn – if the hay is to be put up at all.
Twenty degrees is the perfect running temperature (IMAO), but not perfect biking temperature. AND had I stuck with the plan my coach had laid out for me, today would have been a run (hi Ange! Sorry about that). I had to go and switch things around for some reason that seemed completely legitimate at the time that I switched them, but now I can’t remember for the life of me what it was.
Now I was looking at a freaking heavy, wet, cold bale of hay.
So I snuggled with Bailey for a little while. He is so warm and is the only one in the house who is happy I am up at 5 in the morning. Not that he got up to greet me or anything, but he wags his tail so I know he is happy. I wanted to stay right there, warm fur in my face, listening to the thump, thump, thump of his tail banging on the floor.
It is days like these that I long for a training partner. A group to bike with. Something. Someone else I could physically see that was on some part of this journey with me.
But I don’t have that – all I have is me. I am OK with that 99.9% of the time. What I have is my resolve. My stubbornness. In the end it is really up to me to get out there anyway. I ripped myself away from Bailey and finally got out the door.
It was a cold ride, that got not much warmer towards the end. My hands were useless claws by the end of the ride, I didn’t bother to shift the last 8 miles. Surprisingly, that is all I have to say about that. My run off the bike was good, but slow to get moving.
I wouldn’t call this my favorite or best or most efficient workout ever, but at least I got that darned hay in the barn.
This week: Recovery Week
Swim: 3200 yds
Bike: 80 miles
Run: 23 miles