Training Journal: Jelly Legs

img_4168Last weekend was exhausting. Instead of my annual Labor Day race, I decided to run a different one on Saturday instead. I wasn’t sure what to expect because I’d never run this course before but I was excited to run in a different area.

Apparently this course was a little more challenging than the usual, because not only was the temperature rising by the second, there were so many hills that I was ready to steal a golf cart. I made it, though, and 6 miles somehow didn’t seem like much of a run with the longer ones I’ve been doing lately. I was glad to be done and pumped for the virtual triathlon on Sunday. That didn’t last long.

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Amanda and I got to the YMCA, the site of our eventual demise, ready for action. We put on our bathing suits and headed for the pool to get the party started. We got in the pool around 2:30 and started the 1/4 mile swim. As I am quite slow, it took me a while to finish and Amanda was done before me. No big deal, right? I can make it up on the bike.

Apparently I forgot how long 12.4 miles is on a stationary bike. I got through it by watching TV on my phone and persevered. About 10 miles in, Amanda was starting to flame out. I was right behind her. My legs were starting to tire and my feet were hurting from the pedals because they were different from the ones at spin class and I was without special shoes. When the readout informed me it was over, I just about leapt off of the thing. And the stiffness in my quads is matched only by the soreness of my butt.

We managed to get to the park to run, and it was like stepping into an oven. We had 3.1 miles to go, though, and I kept telling myself that three miles is nothing for me. It was a struggle from the first hill to the last steps and when I crawled back to the parking lot I felt like I’d never walk again. Things actually started getting a little sparkly so I sat down in my car and rehydrated.

At the end of the day, it definitely felt like we deserved our Diva medals. Amanda forgot hers so we just posed with mine, and went home to pass out. I slept for almost 13 hours after that and I deserved every minute of that too. I don’t know that I’ll do another triathlon anytime soon, but I think I can talk Amanda into doing this one again. Maybe a year is long enough for her to forget.

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