Hiya, friends—happy Saturday! Look who’s blogging yet again. I know; it surprises me too. I haven’t done one of these random training thoughts posts in a while, and seeing as I’ve officially survived phase one, this occasion calls for some spillage.
Downton Abbey throwback. Too much (because I got my blogging swagga back)?
Guess who did yoga yesterday? This girl! After our indoor cycling workout, my team ended recovery week with a restorative class. Even though it felt great to stretch out, I was in the minority; watching and hearing my coach and teammates during the session proved to be one of the highpoints of the week. I’m relatively flexible for a triathlete, but that isn’t the case for everyone. And let’s just say I almost cried from laughing about five times.
As you read, we’ve officially completed phase one of training. This blows my mind because the next four weeks will be the final build before South Beach—and the next recovery week will effectively be tapering. Gahhh! I so want to race, but so don’t feel prepared.
My 500-yard time trial still shocks me.
Complete recap coming Sunday, but for now, I will say I shattered my coach’s aggressive goal time (and snapped my goggles).
Speaking of swimming, remember how the doggie paddle was my nemesis last year? Well, now it’s hypoxic breathing sets. I’m fine with bilateral breathing (every three strokes), but once it’s five or seven, things get ugly. Not to mention these sets involve pulling, and I’m much better at kicking.
My work and triathlon worlds (positively and successfully) collided on Tuesday.
I can’t get into details, but there was a meeting that made me anxious—and thankfully, it went really, really well.
Have a great weekend!