Saturday morning, up before the sun, I drove to Molly's and we carpooled it down south to the 2.4 mile Catfish Crawl swim event. It didn't start until 8, but with limited 'legal' parking, we wanted to make sure we could find a good spot. Mostly because the car was going to be there *all* day (more on that shortly).
|Yep, we're swimming in there. Quite nice actually.|
|Me, random guy, Molly.|
I was using this swim to get an idea of whether I'm off my rocker with my estimated swim time for Canada. I swam comfortably, working but not too hard. I didn't manage much drafting, which seems about par for me lately. Everyone was either my pace but swimming all over, or would go by and be gone before I could latch on to their feet. I ended up swimming right in line with where I thought I could swim at Canada. 1:12 and change, 4/20 in my AG.
I went back to the car, got changed into my bike gear and as soon as Molly was out of the water and changed we headed out for 115 miles. On the bike. Yeah, you read that right. I did say the car was going to be there all day. With the heat of the day, we were stopping at gas stations, grocery stores, anywhere we could to fill up bottles. It was a toasty, long day on the bike. But it was also a good confidence boost for me. Yes at times it sucked. Yes, I probably swore a bit (and Molly would probably tell you...sang a bit too much)! I channeled my youngest niece and entertained myself by making up songs about random things on the bike. At one point it was an ode to the ice cold coke that Molly's husband was nice enough to sherpa out for us. Ice and coke. Is there *anything* better towards the end of a long ride? Definitely the best.coke.ever.
|Crystal springs reservoir. |
Very pretty scenery that I'm sure I didn't appreciate nearly enough.
|Gratuitous shot of my butt. You're welcome. Thank Molly.|
|Done. And Done.|
I stopped on the way home and grabbed dinner for Jeff and I. Best.food.ever. (see a theme here?) I think I was home around 8:30. So that was quite a full day. And Sunday I took it easy. Just under 3 hours of running. Ha. All in all, I was only a handful of miles short of an IM for the weekend.
I was apprehensive heading into this big weekend, especially coming at the end of a 3 week training block. My last 3 week training block. But you know what? It was really good for me. It was good to feel that it was so manageable. It was good to know that I could accomplish it on tired legs. It was good to spend chunks of time seeing the hard work paying off.
Coach says "Now you shall rest". Yes, yes I shall. One more big week coming up next week and then taper.
And you know what? I'm feeling ready. And that feels good.