Triathlon training is the uncommon cure to a common case of "The Mondays." You know The Mondays...the slightly annoying, slightly depressing malaise that sets in after a blissful weekend. In our case, in the world of the obsessed triathlete, it often consists of a Half Ironman divided over Saturday and and Sunday. For those less fortunate, it's an emotional hangover or perhaps even a physical one.
But my Mondays are now the second-best thing to a day off in Ironman training. Today, I spun on my trainer for 45 minutes while catching up on Mad Men. I'm enjoying this season so far, incidentally. It's grittier and shaping up to be a little nastier. And subtly, I think the directors have made a very nice switch from the idyllic nature of the late 50s to the more pressure-filled world of the early 60s. Camelot clearly has burst.
But that's not what I enjoyed most. It was the fact that I my coaching itinerary was to stay in heart-rate zone 1 while maintaining a healthy cadence. This yielded fresher legs, a healthy coating of sweat and the feeling that while I probably didn't gain anything from the workout physically, I still felt relaxed and ready to take on the day. That's plenty.
The second part of my workout called for either a strength session or yoga. Not wanting to over-exert myself, I opted for yoga. Suddenly, Monday evening felt like Sunday evening. I dare say that while I worked a full day today, it still feels like a three-day weekend. How often can one say that after still completing nearly two hours of training?
The meat of my 18.5-hour training week begins tomorrow. I've got a coached track session with Gerardo to improve my stride and a coached swim workout. Somewhere in between I've got a big day in the office.
In other words, Tuesdays are the new Mondays in the world of the Ironmadman.
96 days and counting.