Pooped, as in I'm exhausted and needing sleep immediately. Not pooped as in, well, you know. Thanks to the sporadic Southern California rains today, I completed my three-hour brick indoors at our office complex gym. I cycled solo for 30 minutes on a spin bike and then joined Shannon's 5 p.m. spin class for the next hour. I wore the wrong clothes, a long sleeve technical shirt meant for winter outdoor training, causing me to sweat even more than usual. Then, I spent the next 1.5 hours on the treadmill running slower than normal. My workout called for heart-rate zones 2-3 only, so I opted to increase the incline to 2% and run a little slower instead of a higher pace. By the end of the three hours, you could wring out my bike shorts and the second shirt I had changed into. I needed two towels to lay out on the stretching mat so as not to soak it.
I wish I could say it was a great workout. But I can't. It was one of those days you simply just get through. Did I get any better? Probably not. Did I gain some crucial insight that will help me on race day? Not really, other than further confirming my marathon time will likely be anywhere from 4:20-5 hours. Nothing to write home about, that's for sure. This off-season and next year I really want to focus on improving my run mechanics.
I'm halfway through my big training peak week. I'm taking it one day at a time right now, but am starting to feel the strain just a bit. And getting up tomorrow at 5:30 a.m. isn't going to help for 3,000-plus yards in the pool.
So with that, I'm bidding you goodnight. At least I have a massage tomorrow night with David from LA Body Mechanics to look forward to. And one day closer to getting through the week. Sometimes that's all the motivation I need.
29 days and counting.