Weekend Update
So. I know you’re all wondering. Did I, in fact, make it to the gym on Friday after work to do my missed swim workout?
No. I was beckoned to something even better and more powerful than laziness: beer. A little bit of peer pressure and I caved to an after work beer at Tyler’s. (The Bronto office is right on top of Tyler’s… needless to say, that’s very convenient.) But, oh well. Friday’s are my usual rest day and I’ve requested that on purpose. I like Friday to be my rest day. It’s my whew-it’s-the-end-of-the-week-and-I-need-to-chill day. I do feel a little guilty (ok, a lot guilty) about missing my swim, but at the end of the day. I learned something… I need to get my ass out of bed and do my workouts in the morning. They just don’t happen if I wait until the evening.
But, enough of my transgressions. I can’t dwell on one missed workout.
Saturday.
I was scheduled to do 2 hour bike ride with a 15 min walk/run. I typically don’t bike by myself. In fact, I don’t think I’ve been on a solo ride – maybe ever – but at least not over an hour. I usually gut it out on the trainer if I’m going to be by myself, because at least I can pop in a movie or something. But, Saturday’s high was 70. Yes. 70. In January. There was no way I could justify being on my trainer – plus, there’s no way I’m going to have company for every single ride as I ramp up my IM training. I knew I needed to suck it up and ride solo.
It was so amazing. I took my iPhone and put one ear bud in, so I could listen to an audiobook, but still hear cars and be aware of things. The weather was perfect, my book was good, my ride felt great. Seriously, short sleeves and shorts in January? Love.
At one point, I passed a man on Beaver Creek Rd. As I passed, he made some kind of comment about a long ride or run or something that he had to do tomorrow. I didn’t catch the whole thing, but basically it sounded like an excuse that I was passing him. Uh? Seriously? At that point in my ride, I was cruising pretty fast up Beaver Creek – I probably averaged 18+ over that road (not overall, but don’t I wish.) Don’t give me any excuses. You just got chicked, bud. Suck it up and don’t be rude!
I got home and my foot was a little sore. I didn’t want to push it and opted out of running.
Sunday.
My plan for Sunday involved two classes at LTF. CRT (Cardio Resistance Training) and Stretched and Balanced. CRT turned out to be a step class with some occasional weights. I was looking for the opposite. More weight training and less stupid cardio. Step and I are not friends. I stood there for about 10 mins trying to figure out what the hell this woman was doing before I realized I was not going to get the workout that I wanted during this class. On to the treadmill…
I ran! Well, walked and ran. 20 mins. Walked 2 mins at 3.3 mph, run 1 min at 4.8 mph. Both very slow speeds. But, I wanted it to be as easy as possible. Foot felt completely fine during the entire workout and I had the biggest, most ridiculous smile on my face for the run intervals. Who would have thought that I would miss running?!?
But, let’s be honest, the real foot/running test comes hours later and the next day in how sore my foot feels. It hurt yesterday and is still a bit tender today… but MUCH MUCH less than it normally does after a run. It was getting to the point where I was unable to walk after a run- even a little one. So, this is progress. I will keep on, keeping on and try to be patient while my foot is healing. *More on my foot protocol later.
I did some weight training on my own in lieu of CRT. I focused mostly on legs and core. I am feeling it today! My inner thighs are so sore.
I still did Stretched and Balanced – it’s sort of like yoga, but less flow. It was really good to just take 45 mins and specifically work on stretching. I need to do that more often. The instructor was pretty good, but probably said the word “gorgeous” about 1oo times. “Now, put your arms out and keep your hips straight… {we do that}… yes! gorgeous!… blah blah, do this… wow, that’s gorgeous!” Hilarious.
All in all, it was a great weekend and I’m glad I got in all my prescribed workouts. Feeling good and ready to keep on rolling.
