So in case any of you were wondering if I was eaten by a shark at our training tri last weekend, I wasn't. However, I remained paranoid throughout the 1.2 mile swim and determined the water was a bit too fishy, literally.
The ocean wasn't the only fishy water. For some unknown reason, I took tap water along for my training tri bike ride. Bad move, very bad move. The tap water was disgusting and as a result, yours truly didn't drink a-n-y water on her bike ride. Nor did she drink water on her run (yes, the Fuel Belt contained tap water, too).
The fishy water, combined with only one Gu on the bike, caused my body to revolt. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday saw me craving calories, fighting body aches, feeling beyond rundown. I've been stuffing my face with Vitamin C since.
Lesson learned.
I have got to get my nutrition down pat. Tim packed boiled potatoes in his back pocket while training for IM Coeur d'Alene last year. I'm going to try my all-time favorite: peanut butter sandwiches. That's right - I will pack a PB sandwich in my back pocket(s)! I'm getting excited just thinking about it.
One more item on the agenda before I call it a night... I went swimming at the UCI pool on Wednesday night. No threat of sharks. No fishy water. Or so I thought. As I was nearing the end of my 2,700 yard workout, lo and behold, I started smelling hot dogs in the water. That's right - the newcomer in the lane next to me smelled like hot dogs. I kid you not. And let me just tell you, I will take fishy water any day over hot dog water. Isn't it ironic (Alanis)?
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