I thought it would be a really good idea. I got caught up in the moment and I was weak with excitement. There was so much promise, so much hope…and then I started training for two huge events that are separated by two weeks! What did you think I was talking about?
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking but somehow I’ve ended up with a half-marathon (13.1 miles) in CT on Oct 12 and the Duathlon National Championship (3 mile run/23 mile bike/3 mile run) on Oct 26… in Tucson, AZ!
Throughout the summer I kept thinking I had all this time. I was doing my usual running regimen for all the races leading up to the half in October. I teach two spin classes a week so at least I was getting in some form of biking. I realize that spin bikes are to cyclists what the treadmill is to runners so I made time twice a week to get on my real bike. I had aero bars put on. These scared the crap out of me and made my bike look like a demonic creature with horns that was hell bent on setting my crotch, legs and ass on fire. Mission accomplished.
As if that wasn’t enough, do you know what my idiotic self did then? I started teaching another class – with weights – at yet another gym on yet another week night. Am I trying to self sabotage? Perhaps.
This is what my typical week looks like these days:
Sunday – easy 8 mile run or speed work
Monday – long run 10-12 miles
Tuesday – teach spin class
Wednesday – brick training: road bike 25-30 miles, 3 mile run and then teach evening weight class
Thursday – teach spin class
Friday – either long run (10+ miles) or long bike (20+ miles)
Saturday – REST!
I may die…but I will die happy. If my kids and their horrible behavior lately doesn’t kill me then this training is certainly going to put me over the edge. For the most part, I truly enjoy what I’m doing. I absolutely LOVE teaching classes. Running? I love, love, love it. Cycling…eh, I think once this competition is over I’ll be putting up my bike for the winter…and possibly the spring, but I enjoy cycling more then I ever have.
Part of me wants to test my limits and see how much I can do while juggling the kids and all the household crap. Part of me is sobbing quietly in a corner going “how the hell are you going to pull this all off?”
I’m super competitive and no matter how much I tell myself I’m going out to Arizona to “have fun” and just “see what I can do” since this is my first time at Nationals, I know once that gun goes off at the start line, I want to be ready to compete!
I just have to put my head down, keep going and take each event as it comes. Oh, and I’m also taking a quick long weekend trip to Vegas with the hubs and a few other friends. Shouldn’t that be a part of all serious training plans? I’m sure this was a staple in Lance Armstrong’s training regimen. Where else was he getting all those performance enhancing drugs?
Have you ever taken on more then you think you can handle? What was the outcome? Have you ever been to Vegas? Fan or no?