Never take a workout for granted. I packed my bag last night for two workouts: The usual 6 a.m. swim coached by Megan, followed by my first track workout.
And why not? I haven't missed a workout due to being physically unable to complete it (outside of illness) since I first started training with Fortius last year.
That streak is now over. Either because of the swim workout's intensity or because this past weekend's training caught up with me. Maybe a little bit of both. Either way, I struggled mightily all day to find the energy to complete the second workout. It never showed up. I came home from work, tried to take a nap knowing full well that Bam-Bam would do everything possible to prevent that (he did so admirably, the little shit), and have basically remained planted on the couch since 5:30 p.m.
Instead of forcing the issue, I texted Coach Gerardo to tell him I'm skipping the track session. We're adjusting my workout schedule to squeeze it in this Friday, my usual day off. That's now been moved to this coming Monday.
So what caused my exhaustion today? I slept well enough (seven hours), wasn't stressed out and even got a little yoga and stretching in before bedtime last night.
Hmm...let's take a look at the swim (55 minutes):
-- 300 warmup (I think, maybe more)
-- 100 kick, 50 any stroke x 2
-- 250 x 2 fast (1:00)
-- 500 race pace
-- 100 sprint x 5 (1:00)
-- 200 any stroke cooldown
It's not a ton of yards, but the intensity definitely took its toll. I was in a faster lane than usual with Bob and Lisa, two much faster swimmers. I was also bothered by my goggles today, which kept leaking water into my eyes and caused me to lose focus from concentrating on my stroke. In the end, I just never quite felt right in the water, not until the final two sprints of the morning. By then, I was pretty gassed. Yet it was my turn to lead one of the last sprint 100s since there were four of us in a lane. I poured everything I had into making sure I didn't slow down the group. The good news is that nobody passed me. The better news is that according to Bob, each of our 100s was in the low 1:30s, meaning I can hold that threshold for 500 yards if need-be.
The bad news is that I'm exhausted on a couch instead of logging my second workout.
Tomorrow's a new day though. And a very exciting one at that. I'll be taking out Charlie, my TT bike, for her maiden voyage. This will be part of a morning brick instead of the usual Griffith Park LA Tri Club afternoon workout. Stephanie and I have plans to attend the Ben Folds concert tomorrow night.
Now it's off to take a recovery bath and get some much needed rest.
198 days and counting.