Another Week in the Books

It's Sunday afternoon and Tim and I just put another Ironman training week in the books. We've got a mere five heavy weeks to go before tapering.

I'm sitting on our living room floor with my trusty Endurox recovery drink beside me and a couple of frozen pea packages on my knees. Who knew that when you turned 30 the knees turn a tad uncooperative?

We ran 13 miles around the Back Bay just a bit ago. This followed our longest Saturday brick workout to date: I rode 100 miles - Tim rode 110 miles - and we both ran an hour. When I finished the brick yesterday, my white tank top was a grayish color and my face, neck and arms were peppered with little black bugs that had had the misfortune of being in my way during the bike ride.

Speaking of the bike ride, I met a couple of interesting cyclists along my route. Lexi (met her in Santiago Canyon) races in 100 mile trail rides. And Ira (met him at a red light in Irvine...and then kept seeing him at subsequent red lights) is cycling in the Hemet double next Sunday.

Me: "So, Ira, when you say 'double,' do you mean two centuries?"
Ira: "Yes. We'll start at 5am and hopefully finish before it gets dark."
Me: "Yeah. Good luck with that, dude."

And this is why I love crazy people. There's something for every endurance junkie...trail rides out the wazoo, double centuries, ultra marathons, Ironmans...triple Ironmans. For the record, yours truly will not be participating in a triple Ironman, but good to know there are triple-crazy people in this world.

We'll keep plugging away with our Ironman Arizona training. A quick glance at next week's schedule shows a near three hour run on Wednesday night and a 100+ mile bike ride/run on Saturday. Lexi, Ira, and my trusty spate of Orange County restrooms - can I count on you to see me through another week?

Signing off now. I think more Endurox is in order...