Friday - morning swim before work which always makes for some nice goggle eyes at the office when people always ask - do you feel OK? Thankfully, now, they just look at me and say, how was swim? Not sure if it's the perpetual smell of chlorine OR goggle eyes.
Saturday - 3800 yard swim and 10 mile run. The swim was solo. It's kind of amazing how much swimming you can get done when you're not talking! It's a hazard, for me. 10 mile run goal was to just average 9min/mile, doable but a bit of a challenge on this warm day. The route was going to be very tame so I should make it. My splits were right on but I could hear the devil creeping in the last three miles. Well, you're almost done, you can let up a bit. IF you hit your next split, then you can cut it short. There is a Coke waiting for you in the car and the car is RIGHT THERE. Thankfully, I didn't give in but am certain I looked and sounded like I was going to die. Ran back to my car, cranked the A/C and hammered my Coke in two sips. So delicious! It's my recovery drink of choice. Checked my watch, average pace 8:55/mile. I was thrilled with the outcome, even if I did feel a little light headed.
OK, I don't do these very often at all because...they SUCK. That's why! Give me a warm to hot shower any day. Sitting in there shivering my arse off does not seem like a good time. I knew I had to do it since Sunday was more pain. I don't even know how much ice to get - two bags, not enough. Whatever, I actually shower first because I am disgusting. Then I jump into the icy water bath. Holy crap, holy crap. I wrap myself in a towel and put a winter hat on. Sorry, no pictures of this. This seemed to help except that I froze my nether region off. Yes, you guessed it, since I'm no ice bath officiando, I jumped in...nekkked. OMG, I can say, I froze my arse off in the literal most sense of the word. There was SOME value in that, though. At least I couldn't feel my arse or cooter for Sunday's ride. There's got to be a silver lining somehow. After my jackassery, I donned some compression socks, shorts and raggity tank top. I'm certain that I looked like some cretin that crawled out from under a rock.
Sunday - what kind of friend says they'll do hill repeats with you? Only the best kind. Thank gawd Angie was there or I may just have crawled into the ditch a cried.
So there it is...swimming, riding, running and frozen arses, everything a good blog entry should have.