Baby Steps

Only 1 more day of training...this week!  Rule #1 of triathlon, as even a relative newbie like myeslf knows, is to tackle a race in stages.  Same applies with training.  If I start to think about how many training days are between now and Zurich, I will start to hyperventilate.  Best I focus on the week at hand.

Islay takes her friendship with Mulligan one step at a time.

In the books:
Monday - 1:15 spin.  We finally got our trainers set up in the basement, the perfect cave for workouts and the Sopranos DVD box set.  Nothing distracts you from the pain of one-legged-drills like a good mob hit.  We employed Islay's crate for this workout and instead of bouncing around the room she sat quietly chewing on her elk antler.  Success!

Tuesday - 3 mile run, core work, 3 mile run.  Went out a little sluggish, padding behind Greg and grumbling about my bad day at work.  Instructions were to run 3 miles, getting a little faster each mile.  Follow that up with some "core work."  Without more specifics, I could easily interpret this as 10 situps.  But, thanks to some motivational music -- my fave, Sirius XM's 80's on the 8s* -- we cranked out situps, planks, pushups, dips, and reps on some rolling device that Greg must have purchased from an infomercial.  I am still sore.  Next, lace the running shoes back up and run another 3 miles, faster each mile.  It must have been the 80s music, or maybe just the promise of the workout's end, but we cooked!

Wednesday - rest day.  Yay!

Thursday - 1:00 spin.  Blast.  Bad weather = back on the trainer.

Friday - 6 inches of rain this week and still coming down.  Hill repeats in the pouring rain or a manhattan in front of the fireplace?  Yep, that's what we picked, too.

Saturday - Awesome 8 miles at an easy conversation pace.  We chatted it up as we cruised through our out-and-back on the Mount Vernon Trail.

Left To Go:
Sunday - We had the MoCo Epic on the calendar, but with the washout, it's postponed until next weekend.  Planning a 3 hour ride out in horse country Middleburg, VA, instead.

* I know I have found my dream man - he doesn't change the station when Rick Springfield comes on.  And he's even straight!