1. All I've been doing this week is eating. Eating. Then eating some more. GET IN MA BELLAH! Plus I've cut back my workouts a bit and removed lifting entirely as of Tuesday until after the Teeny Tri, so I'm basically a giant blub of cheese, soy milk, peanut butter, beer, snap peas, etc. I feel like a sloth. I'm not doing a taper, per se, but I am cutting back so my legs are fresh. WATCH OUT HERE COMES THE BLOB THAT ATE NEW YORK RUUUUUUNNNNNN.
That said, I did a tempo ride yesterday morning (remember yesterday? It was 85 degrees at 5am?). Holy quadtastical burn! I did a 5 minute warmup, 35 hard minutes out, turned around, and went hard the whole way home. There were some bigger hills near the turn-around, but the first/last 5 miles was pretty flat. As usual, I didn't feel that tired when I was done, but when I hopped in the pool around lunchtime, I suddenly noticed that I was exhausted.
Total: 21 miles/1:15/avg. pace 16.8mph
Also, I had my longest non-stop run since March on Tuesday, which is a pretty freaking awesome thing for my legs. I'm planning to do this exact run again today.
Total: 2.75 miles/24:00/avg. pace 8:43
2. I miss him being this little.
3. My gym is really really bad about having a lifeguard on duty. If I don't show up one day with puppy pics and injury rants, it's because I had a heart attack and drowned in 3 feet of water. In my parachute bathing suit with Trick Daddy rocking out to my face-down bright purple self. As I said to the front desk guy when I complained about it, I'm a good swimmer, but I'm not better than unconscious.