Honestly though, it feels like everything fell apart this week, due to overall tiredness, lethargy, and some fun health issues that started on Friday. But I'll talk about all of that down below.
Here was the planned schedule vs actual:
Those weights did not happen Monday morning. Honestly though, after a 15 mile run who's surprised by that?
But I did hit the pool after work for 1.2 miles (2100 yards)
"2100 yard" workout I'd printed out was WAY more than 2100 yards. Like, it was 3300 yards. I don't know who did the math on that one, but they were super off.
So I did 2,100 yards and called it a day.
So first...I knew that 4 mile run was not going to happen. My shin was bothering me a bit, and I was exhausted when I got out of bed (I really need to work on getting more sleep). Regardless...I got up early for lifting on Tuesday, but I was totally wiped after work so I just went home and did nothing, rather than that bike ride. Whoops...
I slept in a bit on Wednesday, swearing I would do my bike ride after work. It was ridiculously hot out, and when I checked the weather as I pulled into the lot for my bike ride I saw that there was an air quality advisory. That basically means it's so humid that your lung function is diminished. The air was literally too wet to breathe. So I said 'eff that' and went home and did my ride on my trainer.
So...Wednesday when I noticed that air quality advisory, I also noticed that it would extend through Thursday evening. And then there were some reports about female runners being killed randomly in different cities...
...so I went to the gym and did my four mile run on the dreadmill on Thursday morning:
I don't intend for news reports to scare me off early morning running...but I was not feeling it for this one. Regardless, those 4 miles got done.
Yeah, you read that right. Friday morning I got up nice and early, loaded up my car and was driving to the gym when I spotted a small dog outside that should not have been outside. No collar, running around sniffing stuff right next to the road...so I pulled over and put my hazards on and played dog catcher. The little dude wrestled an entire Clif bar from me and I only managed to grab him while he was horking it down.
I ended up scratching my workout to drive him to the 24-Hour Emergency Vet near my house, then went home with just enough time to get ready for work.
After work I hopped on over to the pool for my last loooooong swim before Chicago. I just kept telling myself that once I finished the 4,100 yards, I would not have to do a swim like that for a while (unless I want to).
|I totally forgot to stop my watch until I was in the locker room so...whoops :/|
That's why it's at 4,250 and not 4,100.
Not a bad one, but I'm glad I don't have to do another swim like that for a while!
Saturday - long bike 120
Like many of my rides lately, I was not feeling this one before I set out. But like the day before with the swim, I reminded myself that it was my last long bike before Chicago. I had some issues with fogginess and my head felt like it was full of bricks, but I got out there and on my bike anyways, if only to say I did. I'd noticed some breathing problems the day before during my swim, and they started up right away when I got on my bike...so I decided that all I had to do for my long ride was hit race distance. If I could make it to 25 or 26 miles feeling as crappy as I did, I would be happy.
Fun story: What I did after this ride. It's pertinent to Sunday, so I'll tell that story now.
Remember that cold I had last month that kept me from completing my half on schedule and pushed me to take a few days off training? Well I've had a gross (read: productive) cough ever since. Friday during my swim I was having trouble breathing, and that redoubled itself on Saturday...and also my head felt like it was full of rocks. So Saturday I showered after my ride then headed to Urgent Care. My motive was two fold: 1) Find out what was causing the lung issues 2) get tested for Lyme's Disease. A few weeks ago I got a bug bite that I thought was just a mosquito bite, but after a week it swelled up again and developed a ring around it:
Anyways...to cut it short. They tested for Lyme's (still waiting to hear back on that) and it turns out I have a sinus infection AND an upper respiratory infection. So I got antibiotics to cover all three (whee...doxycycline).
Forshadowing: This is having an impact on this week's training, since I want my lungs good to go for the Chicago Tri in TWO WEEKS.
I'm sure this change isn't exactly surprising.
My lungs were working hard, so I decided to cut Sunday's run to 10 miles. I took Nigel out with me, planning to loop back after 4, but around 2.5 he looked like he was really feeling the heat. I need to learn that this dog, at 7 years old, can only take about 3 miles at a time. I turned down the street my friend lives on, hoping for a doggy bowl near their front porch (no luck), so I kept him cantering next to me until Mile 3...at which point I felt really breathless, lightheaded, and ready to pass out.
And that's when I called it. I stopped running, let my heart rate and blood pressure come down to normal and finished the half mile walk home. I knew at that point I was not going to healthily make my way to 10 miles, let alone 16, and sometimes the smart thing is to stop running.
It is now two days later, I'm still wheezing and gasping when I go up stairs (seriously, stairs are so difficult right now). My nose spent the last two days draining, and now I can't stop coughing. I also have a pretty persistent headache. Thank god it's taper time!
Now for some cute pics for listening to me whine! Nigel was so worn out that he let me take a picture (he normally gets up and walks away when the camera is on him!):
|He also left me a nice little puddle of drool on the brand new bathroom floor :P|
Oh...and Nigel continued to sit there, not moving, while I got ready. At one point he starting thumping his tail against my legs too, which just warmed my heart right up:
After that, my mom dragged me to the mall to buy towels and I almost died from how tired I was (and not being able to breathe).
(Okay, not really, but at least until next time!)