Today went according to plan, right until it didn't. Sounds like a Yogi Berra-ism, right? Well, it is. I cycled to work from Sherman Oaks to Burbank using Chandler Blvd., which traverses a good chunk of the San Fernando Valley. It was such a relief NOT to play vehicular dodgeball or Frogger for a change. I could enjoy myself on the bike. No heart-rate monitor. No rush. No worries!
I was on track to attend the 5:30 p.m. weekly Griffith Park brick workout, but a work emergency quashed any possibility of that happening. Thank goodness! I had a fantastic evening and still got my brick workout in. I left the office around 6 and essentially time-trialed home in 34 minutes via Chandler and courtesy of a small paceline of speedy cycle-commuters. Seriously, I think I'm going to invent a sport called Commuter-Cross! But that's a different post for a different day.
I got home around 6:45 p.m., ditched my bike and called Steph to see where she was. Unfortunately, the answer was about what I expected...stuck in traffic. But, Steph wanted to join me for running! This hasn't happened in months so I was thrilled. I circled the block a few times warming up until Steph was ready to join. I got my heart-rate zone 3 out of the way in the first half-hour so I could spend time running at Steph's pace. We jogged for another 30 minutes together; of course, Steph wanted to push it on the last block.
Instead of showering and eating in, Steph and I walked immediately to the Blue Dog Tavern for burgers and beer. A spontaneous date! We laughed, caught up and just had a great time hanging out.
It's moments like that where I realize how regimented triathlon training is. And how welcome a change of pace can be. Both literally, as in changing the pace of the bike and run based on how I'm feeling and the situation in the moment. And figuratively, as in rolling with the punches and actually having an even better evening than I would have expected.
I'll try to remember that throughout my training in the coming weeks and months. Things may not always break my way. Plans will change. Especially next year when there's more going on at work than ever before. But if I can realize that sometimes the unexpected just may be an enhancement, then I think I'll be in great shape.
79 days and counting.