POW!

I'm slowly getting closer to Zurich and my training has been steadily increasing. Friday's swim was another cold one at Deep Eddy and as I ritually splashed myself and dipped my toe in the water and then splashed myself again I began thinking "I know if I just jump right in this will be much less painful," but continued the ritual nonetheless. My thoughts drifted to my younger self looking at my Mom before my race, knees shaking, and asking her if I can just dip my toe in before I race as if that would make all the difference. I guess old habits die hard and my nerves before racing - still there. I finally did get in the water at DE after my ritual splashing and slowly lowering myself in and had a lovely swim.

Saturday was another long bike day followed by a run and Robby was joining me for the first portion. The day was gorgeous and perfect for biking. My legs are a bit tight and sore from training and but still in good shape and the ride started out great. I was lost in my thoughts and getting ready for a nice downhill when behind me I heard a loud "POW!" and then the clip, clip, clip sounds only too familiar from flats. I turned back and Robby was pulling to the side. A piece of rebar punctured his tire straight in and back out. I was just glad he wasn't thrown from his bike or hit by the rebar. We talked about the options and called one of his friends who offered to pick him up. I felt bad leaving him while he waited for his friend, (one never leaves the wingman) but he insisted and perhaps I should have put up more of a fight, but I knew he would be fine. I took back off and caught some of the people that had just passed us and made my way back toward home. At the end of my ride my legs and back were beginning to grumble and by the time I got home, was not looking forward to the run. I pushed the evil thoughts aside and heading back out running knowing that all I needed was to run easy. As I'm fast discovering, when my legs are tired from biking they are usually fine running after a little bit and again this proved to be true, although at the end of the easy 50 minute jog, I was definitely ready to be home and showered.

Sunday morning and I could feel the vibrations in my legs when I woke up telling me they were tired. "hmm, I'm supposed to run 2 hrs today, how am I going to get up and go?" I ask myself. I remember yesterday and try to think of it more of a jog around town and how much I love being out there. I called Sara to see if she wanted to start out with me and she offered Matt who was doing the same distance. I jogged over to their house and Matt and I headed out to Shoal Creek and had a nice run down to Town Lake, around and back. I do enjoy destination runs it is pretty fun to put on shoes and run down somewhere you normally drive or bike and then head back.

Sat: 56 mile bike, 50 min run
Sun: 2 hr 5 min run at least 13 miles (info thanks to Matt's GPS)