Tomorrow, a new phase of training begins. It lurks in the form of a 5.5-hour bike ride starting in Calabasas at 8 a.m. Hill climbs. Lots of long hill climbs in the curvy backroads of Malibu Canyon. And the intensity only rises further the next day. Sunday calls for 2.75 hours of hilly trail running, followed by 3,200 yards of swimming. That's close to two miles of swimming, for those keeping score. By far the most I've ever swam in one session.
Hey, Coach, my Ironman isn't until November! What's the deal, yo? Is this your idea of a Valentine's Day gift? (Good, because it's the only one I'm getting, apparently!)
Well, I suppose it's time. I can tell I'm now comfortable at this current level of training intensity. That's an accomplishment on its own since I recall just a few weeks ago how hard the transition was to this intensity level. Blogging daily allows me to maintain this kind of perspective and celebrate a moment that otherwise might have gone unrealized. So, I lift a virtual glass to, well, myself!
Now, there's only one thing left to do: Raise the bar higher. Such is the life of an Ironman-in-training.
284 days and counting.
PS: I'd like to briefly comment on the death of the Georgian luge competitor at the Vancouver Winter Olympics this morning. Putting the obvious negligent safety issues aside for a moment, this young man died doing what he loved. Competing. On a global stage. Competing at something he trained his entire young life for. I am truly sad for him, his family, friends and countrymen. Yet at the same time, I can think of no better way to have a life cut short if it must.
If something catastrophic ever happens to me while training for the Ironman, I will have gone out on my terms. I can live with that.
Rest easy, Nodar.