The Beach and the Big Chainring

       I have a confession.  I'm scared.  Like really scared that I'm way behind on my training.  I have a coach, and he assures me I'm not behind on my training.  At all.  But here's the thing, I joined this Facebook group (I know, I know, nothing good ever happens on Facebook) for Ironman Florida, and those people, well, they're crazy, I tell ya!  They are out there doing 4-5 hour rides on the weekend and running marathons and swimming 2-3 miles/workout.  And I'm, well, not.  My coach has me focused on shorter workouts right now, building speed.  But I'm scared that because I'm not doing these long workouts now, I won't be able to do them come November.        My coach says we aren't doing the long workouts right now because we are trying to prevent burnout.  I get it a nine month training plan (as it would be if I started race-specific training right now) would burn me out, no doubt about it.  But, Everyone else is doing it.  And I want to d

    Sometimes I wake up in the morning and the last thing I want to do is put on that bathing suit laying next to my bed, put on another pile of clothes, and go to the pool to get my swim done before work.  Actually that's the case most of the time on swim mornings, not just sometimes.  And on those days, I'm tempted to whine and complain about how getting up early is hard, and I'd rather sleep, my body exhausted, and I'm freakin' starving.  But here's the thing.   I signed up for this.   No one is making me do it.  If I wanted to, I could absolutely stay in my bed and take a shower in my own shower instead of at the gym.  But I don't, because I want to do this.  I signed up for this.      I think it's kind of the in vogue thing for people who sign up for endurance events to take to social media to "complain" about how hard their workout or their life is.  But I don't really get that and I don't want to be that person.  Sure, I've

My best running pal.      Tonight I had a 45 minute run on the schedule.  Steady pace, with a few 20 second accelerations.  Since it was raining, I decided I would go to the gym for my run.  There are people who dislike the treadmill.  And then, there's me.  I despise that machine with every fiber of my being.  But, I know, everyone complains about hating the treadmill, so I'm going to leave it at that.      Suffice it to say that the belt of the treadmill sucked my will to fight out of me and I walked out of the gym 25 minutes later feeling defeated.  After a bad workout yesterday on the bike, I was feeling pretty bad about my training.  I drove to my parents' house to pick up Dooley.  As I was driving, I realized something.  The night wasn't over, and therefore, it's not a failed workout unless I decide to quit.  Sure I quit on the treadmill, but I hadn't quit on my run yet. Drenched and Happy When I got home, I leashed up my best nighttime running

     Right now, there isn't a lot to say about the day-to-day workouts.  As I've mentioned before, these aren't landmark, record-breaking workouts.  They are just more of the "get it done, work hard, and move on" variety right now.  And I'm good with that.  But when you are blogging about your training, and your training is completely unremarkable, I guess the blogging will be a little irregular too.      I've been getting back in the pool more often and doing more focused workouts there.  Oh hey, out of swimming shape, nice of you to join us.  But I know that this is what it takes.  And also, I forgot how much I enjoy swimming and working hard in the pool.  I think by the end of last season I'd done a bit too much black line staring and was ready for a little break from structured workouts in the water.  And I got it.  And now, I'm ready to work hard again and I look forward to the little blue boxes on Training Peaks.  Plus, I got a new swimsuit