Yesterday's Pacific Half Marathon took a lot out of me. While I'm not in as much discomfort physically as I was after Ironman Arizona, I haven't been this sore in a long time. After IMAZ, I could barely sit on a toilet without pain, let alone a concerted effort to get that low. Tonight, despite a recovery swim and spin, I'm close to the same territory. Getting up and down out of a chair is tough at the moment. I think that's because I raced at a harder pace on a tougher course than what I had been training for. This really breaks the rule of proper training when combining proper intensity and duration. I've been training at a lower heart-rate and lower speed for much of the year so far, then went out and blew that pace and heart-rate out of the water. My heart-rate averaged closer to the 160s for much of the race instead of the high 140s or low 150s.
I don't regret it though.
I do regret that my brick was scratched today due to weather. It was just too wet and nasty outside to go for a five-hour ride/run fest. Instead, Coach Gerardo, Ray and I met to swim at VNSO Park. Honestly, it was one of my all-time favorite swims. Gerardo and I shared a lane, basically swam however we felt for most of our 45 minutes and then challenged each other to a game of swimming H-O-R-S-E that I highly recommend others try too. We'd take turns coming up with challenges to see who could complete them first. For example, fastest 25, fastest 50 with a pull buoy and flip turn, and my personal favorite, fastest 25 while wearing a swim fin on one hand.
It's been so long since I've just had plain and simple fun while training. Today was one of those days. So while I regret not being able to get the intense training in, perhaps what I gained was even more important: Relaxation, rest, and some perspective.
86 days and counting.