My day started off super crappy. But training saved it. That's the benefit of all this crazy triathlon training we do -- the insanity of it all keeps us sane. Because a contractor tried to shirk responsibility for a poor installation of my washing machine (there's a longer story you can email me about if you want to hear what happened), I arrived to Griffith Park this morning late and pissy. Further, my Garmin watch strap popped loose, so I couldn't wear my watch on my wrist. After fiddling with it for five minutes unsuccessfully, I tucked it into my chest pocket on my fleece and took off. My run called for an hour of "moderate" trail running between heart-rate zones 1-4, with some moments in zone 5 if called for on inclines. I ran by feel instead, but I knew I was moving quicker than normal. My teeth and jaw were a little clenched as I was thinking of all the things I would have liked to have said to the contractor if I was quicker on my feet in the heat of an argument and NOT trying to be as polite. This guy really pissed me off because at the core, I think he thought he could push me around.
Anyway, I found that the longer I ran, the less frustrated I became. Yet my pace remained the same. And the same hills I had trouble running up just a couple weeks ago were a LOT easier today. Again, I think my body is finally fully recovered from IMAZ and the gains of my consistent training since January are paying off. As my dad put it tonight in conversation, perhaps I need a little less to get a lot farther.
This was no more evident than tonight's unexpected 1,000-yard time trial in the pool with my Fortius teammates. Before the workout, I told Coach Gerardo that he should be on Bonk Watch for me, as once again this was my third workout for the second time this week.
Once again, at the brink of exhaustion, I swam faster for 1,000 yards than I ever have in the pool. Thanks to healthy pacing from my teammate and friend Mike, I crushed my previous best time of 17:57 from about a month ago and sailed to a new best: 16:36!
Are you kidding me!!?!?!?
Honestly, I still can't believe it. I really owe that to Mike's strong pacing, which fueled my competitive instincts and forced me to swim a little more balls-out than I wanted to, but at the same time saving room for a surge in the final 200 yards.
Honestly, today was perhaps one of my all-time best days of training.
And I have a jerky contractor to thank for it.
Maybe I should ask more people to piss me off?
117 days and counting.