I reached an important point in my bike crash recovery. Sure, my road rash has healed up nicely, and yes, my black eye has almost disappeared, but I’m not talking about the external stuff. I’ve come to terms with the fact healing will be a process—and even though I don’t know how long it will take (it’s been two weeks, and I’m hovering around 75 percent), I’m OK with going into this segment with no expectations.
Focus on the feeling; don’t become emotionally attached to the numbers. #tailwindendurance
I’m going to keep listening to my body and giving 100 percent of what I have that day—even if this 100 percent used to be 50 percent.
General training notes: Like last week, training was incredibly light. Physically, swimming is still not happening, and although biking feels pretty good, running really depends on the day. Mentally, I’ve been a mess. I feel like I’m losing fitness (which I probably am a little bit), but as my coaches/advisors have pointed out, I cannot expect my body to both perform and recover. Right now, healing is the top priority.
Monday – off
Tuesday – a.m. run and strength training; p.m. swim with Bearcat Masters
Four extremely easy miles along the West Side Highway. It took me a while to loosen up, and thankfully, my ribs didn’t flare up too badly. Again, I’m running slower than I ever have before, but healing is the goal—not pushing the pace.
After work, I attempted to swim with the Bearcats; I hopped in the pool, took one stroke, and my ribs said no way. As I tried to pull my right arm through the water, pain shot up my entire side body. It actually hurt a lot more than running did at its worst. I’m stubborn, so I kicked for 150m before trying to swim again. And it still wasn’t happening. At that point, the coaches told me to get out of the water. In related news, I miss swimming. #wannabeswimmer
Wednesday – a.m. brick (CompuTrainer class at Tailwind Endurance and run outside)
Gratitude was the theme of this workout. I eased back into bricking with a long warm-up and build from tempo to sweet spot to threshold. It felt OK, and I was extremely thankful I could hit my power numbers. Then, I went to the West Side Highway for three steady miles, which were actually executed at a steady pace. Breathing/cardio-wise, it felt more like a race-pace effort, but that’s the fastest I’ve run post-crash.
Thursday – a.m. CompuTrainer class at Tailwind Endurance
Although programmed as a VO2 max class, my ride consisted of sweet spot and threshold efforts. Simply put, I didn’t have the power to hit those harder, sustained efforts. And that’s OK. As Earl put it, I should not be able to hit those higher numbers because my body is focused on recovering and not performing. Basically, I crammed three months of hard training into a 12-second crash, and now my body needs to bounce back and recover.
Friday – a.m. run and corework
I planned to log eight miles this morning, but the ribs were not happy. I shut it down at three. Suffering just isn’t worth it.
Saturday – a.m. bike
Logistically, riding outside wasn’t happening—because my sister moved in!—so I set up indoors for a two-hour ride. Maybe it’s due to CompuTrainer mental conditioning, but I really don’t mind plugging away inside. Actually, it’s probably because I was watching 2014 Kona coverage. Either way, I did a longer warm-up with single-leg work, cadence drills, and a few gear pyramids, and my main set included 5×5-min. builds. I don’t own a power meter, so the first few felt like tempo to threshold while the others felt like sweet spot to threshold to VO2 max. Toward the end of the workout, muscle memory took over, and my legs didn’t seem like they were connected to my body; they simply absorbed the workload and continued to turn over. It was really cool, and it was one of those moments where everything felt normal.
Sunday – a.m. run
What a sweaty, yet somewhat smooth run. It felt kind of confusing, though. My legs perceived it as an easy run (which it was), but my lungs processed it as a race-paced effort. It’s bizarre to be on two totally separate pages, but this is progress; after all, I couldn’t run this time last week.
What happened to you this past week that made you feel grateful?