1 to go, then it’s time to start thinking beat Jeff at Vineman. He’s been talking junk, and I’m a teeny, tiny bit worried…not.
I’m amazing, really, I am. At the Sahuarita Triathlon first I get punched in the eye by someone from a previous wave who was heading off course. Got a small shiner for my efforts there. In the construction zone on the bike, I managed to ride off a 3 ft ledge, caught a good bit of air testing the flight characteristics of my Transition without crashing, then I managed to step on a traffic cone and roll my ankle just after mile 1. My left ankle. The traffic cones were on my right. Wtf? How does that happen? Seriously? How? Wasn’t able to really do much more then hobble on it for about half a mile. It was just before the 2 mile mark before I could really start to run on it. By then there were a few more people ahead of me. Managed to pass the guy in my AG though in the final 2km but it probably cost me 1 spot on the overall.
Spent the rest of the day laying on the couch watching netflix on the xbox and icing my foot. Needless to say training has been slim to none this week, thanks to being clumsy.
I’ve also been sleeping in every morning because I stayed up late partying like a rock star one night. It’s rather evident to me now, rock stars have a very tough life. Especially if they are an early to bed early to rise person like I am. One night of only a few hours of sleep and 3 mornings later, I’m still dragging ass.
Looking forward to heading up to Show Low, AZ this weekend to race the Trisports.com Deuces Wild triathlon. Hoping this week of no training, watching movies and learning that I’m no rock star pays off with a decent result.
Good luck in Show Low! Since you don’t stand a chance at Vineman!
Recovery time has nothing to do with the party itself but the age of the person partying. Don’t sweat it. Ran at Salem Lake today and was able to run with a past winner of the NC Marathon for one mile. It was my seventh and his fourteenth but the split was 6:05. Not great for you I know but I was happy…until I realized I still needed one more mile to finish…last mile? 8:15…oh well.
I’m too old to party all night for sure!