I FELL DOWN!
Let me tell you about this amazing and perfect week of workouts and then I’ll give you all the LITERALLY GORY details.
If there is such a thing as a perfect week of training, this was it. I hit every workout, challenged myself, exceeded expectations, and feel stronger for it. AND it was rainy! AND I had concerts! Still nailed it! Can it always be like this?
Monday: Rest. I’m so good at that!
Tuesday: 3.5 / 30:00 / 8:30 avg . The super, mega SPEEDY DAY! That was super, mega fun.
Wednesday: TDM, 3.22 / 34:48 / 10:48 avg. Slow run with a buddy who is returning to running after a few weeks off. It was interesting to run at this pace. I barely felt like I was doing anything and was able to talk normally the whole time. No discomfort, even after my speedy run the day before. Consecutive running days aren’t posing a challenge and that’s quite exciting.
I wondered several times if I could run at that pace for about 5 hours. Today, probably not. But in a year…..? YES!
Thursday: Rest. And LOUIE at Davies Symphony Hall. I can die now.
Friday: TRIFRI! (I’m not allowed to say that at home because apparently it sounds “idiotic” but I can say it on here as much as I like! TRIFRI TRIFRI TRIFRIIIIIIIIII!)
I fucking LOVED this workout. 2 miles running on the treadmill, 12 miles on the stationary bike, and 2 more miles running in just under 74 min. My running average was about 9:30 which would be a great pace for a first sprint tri. Just sayin…
Saturday: Rest. And by rest, I mean sing a reading of a new piece on the stage of the War Memorial San Francisco Opera House with the frickin’ San Francisco Opera Orchestra. Then I sang the Schubert ‘Mass in A-flat’ with the San Francisco Choral Society and California Chamber Symphony.
Sunday: WIPEOUT! 6.25 / 59:44 / 9:33 avg.
Basically, I ran about 3 miles, feeling fab. Cool weather, easy pace, happy times. Tripped on something, took two large steps to try to get my feet out in front of me but no dice. I fell forward, skidding on my left side. Several people were around and asked me if I was alright. Aside from scrapes and a pretty bloody cut on my right hand, I was fine.
My hand and left leg stung (hello, my first road rash!) but I knew I was fine to continue. Since I was near the end of my first loop, I decided to clean off my wound with water and a towel I had in the car and continue on. The remaining 4 miles were fine and the fall gave me an excuse to buy some sweet Angry Birds in Space (wtf) band-aids.
And then I got to be a diva again.
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