I knew it was coming.
After that fun time in Richmond, PR’ing my half marathon by over six minutes. It was time.
Recovery week. Which makes me antsy and angry.
Luckily, I had a ton of other things going on to distract me, such as multi-day meetings I had to run. And, um, replacement of my 18 year old car. Writing a $xx,000 check is a good adrenaline surge substitute for a hard tempo run, but I don’t suggest doing it too often.
Monday: 20-some aimless miles of biking around DC and Arlington roads and trails. Beautiful day for it, yet so casual that I took my road bike and didn’t even bother with real bike shorts.
Tuesday: 4500 yards of swimming with DCRP Masters.
Wednesday: 4.75 mile track workout with 3x1200 (6:13-6:02-5:57)
Thursday: A workout with DCRP that I didn’t really feel like finishing…so I swam 2600 yards and called it a night. After deferring my weights workout from the morning. My work ethic is stellar, isn't it?
Friday: A 6.65 mile “long run” at 9:32 pace in the morning, which was evidently just 0.01 miles too short.
Saturday: 24 miles of biking on Beach Drive at a fairly easy pace, but back on the tri bike this time.
Sunday: A 4000 meter swim, plus the deferred Thursday strength training workout, in the morning.