You can't take any short cuts with Ironman. I think that's what I've done this time around in my training. I ran 22 miles yesterday and rode 95 miles today.
Yesterday's run was horrible. I haven't been running enough, again. I should just run everyday. Every single day, like a Kenyan going to school. But I don't because it hurts. I was so completely spent at mile 18 it was scary. La-la land. And then in my last mile a little itty-bitty dog ran out of no where and was barking and nipping at my ankles. I almost went down, dancing around the dog, trying to be nice. But then I felt the little fella's teeth bite down on my skin, just a little pinch. Next, little precious ran in front of me were I landed a fairly powerful kick to his snout. That ended things pretty quickly. I've never had to kick a dog before, but I think it had to be done.
Afterwards I felt horrible for about three hours, had to take a nap, iced my knees, drank and ate everything in sight.
Today I rode and rode, started out solo, then hooked up with a friend, then went solo again. Great weather. I've really enjoyed the Queen Anne's Lace that lines the country roads this summer. I'm sure its considered a weed, but it's a flower. A nice touch of white among the blue and green setting. The only noteworthy event was my second water-bottle cage that kept coming loose, and rattling. I had to carry the bottle in my back jersey pocket. No allen wrench on hand to correct the situation.
I got home, drank my Recoverite, and went for a light jog. Real light - maybe a mile. Just to get the message to my muscles. Then shower, and a 25 minute nap. Napping immediately after a 5 hour workout feels great. Highly recommended. It's forced rest.
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