Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Who's the lady with crazy hair at Target?

Wait....that was me.

Ironman training.... this past weekend was the culmination of 2 big weeks and Saturday was a 4 hour ride with escalating power followed by an 11 mile run with some race pace -15 sec miles and then race pace miles. On paper I was scared.  Finishing the ride and feeling tanked, I was scared. The thermometer reading 93 degrees I was scared.  I had started the ride from Lake Hodges thinking that nice flat trail would be perfect the trail in baking sun, no shade and intermittent soft sand pits.    The plan was 6 miles then refuel and then 5 miles.

It was hot, Africa hot, not that I have been to Africa but I figure hot and dry and barren.  2 miles no problem, 4 miles race pace -15sec were ticking off okay but not easy and the HR hovering at 180-182 was looking to be a problem.  Approaching my car I stopped sweating and had that tingly feeling of goose bumps, really not a good sign in the heat.

I dumped the cooler on my head, drank a bottle of osmos and water, forced down calories ( Ignite gels) then went into the Chevron shamelessly stood in front of the cooler with both doors open,  got ice and filled my top and put down my back and headed back out.  It was not pretty, it was a death march, pace went up by 1:00/mile and then 90 seconds... I was doing small loops with the hopes of bailing out each time and then just kept running.   I came up short as I was chilling and had to really decide how smart it was to finish.  Got in 9.5 miles.

I was cooked...depleted and hot, so hot.  More water, cooler shower and then dry clothes.  I was still profusely sweating and not right.. I was thinking of more shameless cooler air and then spotted the Target across the street.  Target is always freezing right.... so i went to Target and wandered the aisles cooling down.  I needed calories but could not eat ...I
found this Bolthouse smoothie- chugged down 2- 500 calories in the gut.  Downed a vitamin water and then I roamed and bought dog treats, a new comb and a pen.  I did sort of notice people giving me  2nd glance, I figured I was still sweaty.  I waited in line at Starbucks and then did not order.   I got back to the car feeling cool, hydrated and better.

I glanced in the mirror and nearly died...I had toweled my hair and not combed it , my shirt was on inside out, and I had filthy legs from the trails and white feet with hot pink oofos sandals on.

Holy cow.....can you say Ironman wreck!  Let's not even go into Sunday.... Swim was cove to pier and back, it went well other than a rookie underfueling move.   We can agree that any long run that includes PopTarts is not the best.... as Leslie says be mindful but not vigilant about nutrition.

There are training weekends that build confidence and we nail....and there are weekends in target and poptarts!

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