Hey, everyone—happy Thursday! Geez, it that right? This week has flown by. Maybe it’s from coming off a race?
Thanks for your support, by the way. I rode the post-race high through the wee hours of Sunday morning, which was fueled by way too much red wine and Endless Summer cocktails at The Surf Lodge in Montauk. But doesn’t this recipe sound good? Vanity Fair says it contains Belvedere vodka, red grapes, and chardonnay.
Anyway, I have a lot of updates to share on the triathlon and real-life front, so grab a cup of coffee and get comfy.
1. A rest day means enjoying gourmet coffee, courtesy of Wegmans. (And in related news, I slept in until 7:45 a.m. this morning!)
Please tell me I’m not the only one who rations good coffee. Chugging a cup of this before practice would be sacrilege; it needs to be savored.
Ekkk! Even though it’s been about two months since I started at JRab, I still can’t believe how lucky I am. My coworkers are absolutely fantastic, and it goes without saying that we have a ton in common. And our store’s manager and assistant manager have given me so much freedom and responsibility in terms of brainstorming, planning, and organizing events and truly want me to take this position and make it my own.
3. Strength training made its post-taper resurgence to my workout schedule on Tuesday. How Rinny doesn’t lift is beyond me, but if I could run 6:20’s off the bike during a half-Ironman, then I wouldn’t hit the weights either.
4. Speaking of triathloning, the splits from Saturday’s race were posted online; my swim was faster than I thought (31:14) and my bike was slower (1:07:31). It is comforting to know my swim was semi-decent, especially for not pushing, but the bike remains my Achilles heel. My coach and I chatted yesterday about preparing for a certain August race, and there will be a new game plan moving forward. I owe you a post, but it boils down to focusing on my “strengths” (in quotes because I don’t see myself as a super strong swimmer and runner) and minimizing my weakness, aka the bike. My quest as a #wannabeswimmer continues!
5. And on a completely unrelated note, this article from BuzzFeed had me laughing out loud; this is reason I lovingly refer to my alma mater as Camp Hoho. Numbers 2, 5, 11, 12, 14, 29 are spot-on. Thanks for the find, Michele!