Training 3.5 hours on a weekend day is one thing. Doing it in the middle of the week is another. I awoke at 6:30 to cram in my long run for the week as Yom Kippur will take up my Saturday. So instead of going fast, I'll be fasting. Or trying to. Probably unsuccessfully given my mega-appetite lately.
I ran for two hours at Griffith Park starting at 7:26 a.m., the first hour being flat and the second covering the hilly horse trails. Ahh, the smell. Oh how I'll miss that in the offseason.
I was pleased with my run performance overall. Maintained a very steady pace on the hill portion (9-9:30) while my heart rate typically fell in the low-mid zone 3 range (low 150s). I got into the low 160s on the big hills but quickly recovered.
Racing to work was probably the most hectic part of my workout. I got in my car at 9:27 a.m., made it across town to the Burbank studio, showered, changed, ordered breakfast and made my 10 a.m. meeting with my boss. I'm actually more proud of that transition time than most of my races!
After a work day that can only be described as "eventful", I bolted back to Griffith Park for the evening LA Tri Club brick workout. Minus the run portion, of course. I had a 1:30:00 bike ride planned, with half of it a straight shot in zone 3 bpm (146-151). For some reason, I could never quite reach the lower end of zone 3. It didn't seem to be fatigue related, as I hovered consistently in the high 130s, low 140s during the speed portion of the workout. And my mph totals were in line with expectations (20-25 mph depending on wind direction).
Finally at 7:08 p.m., as the sun set, my long day of workouts drew to a close. What a workout sandwich! Two hours in the morning before work, a full day at work, and 1.5 hours after work.
I am cooked! Now I'm just waiting for Steph to get home so we can enjoy some quality time together. I'm tired of working out, or talking about working out, or thinking about working out.
And yet, in less than 12 hours, I'm back at it again. In the pool, for a 6 a.m. swim since I have a work dinner tomorrow night.
Sometimes, the Ironman training workouts seem more intense than my actual work day. And today's work day was anything but leisure-filled.
65 days and counting.