I managed to catch the tail end of the women’s Olympic triathlon Saturday morning (which was absolutely amazing in case you missed it). Towards the end, as one of the racers fell out of the lead group, the British commentator said that it looked like, “She was all of out puff.” Jennie and I got a good laugh out of it and it turned out totally appropriate for this weekend.
With this being the last week of pre-taper training, it was a struggle to complete my workouts to say the least. I was running on empty all week long and I was totally out of puff.
The sun greeted me at the beginning of my bike ride Saturday morning.
I wrapped up my week with a 4hr/1hr brick on Saturday and a 2hr run on Sunday. I had some great company on Saturday for the bike ride and even better company on the run as Jennie bike along side me. The weather was hot and humid and kicked my butt. I felt better after last week’s 6hr/45min brick than I did this weekend. It is amazing how draining the heat can be. Thankfully the forecast for IMMT is a delightful high of 72, low of 44 (It’s not to early to start checking the forecast every 5 minutes is it?)
Sunday was my last long run of The Plan and I decided to wait until the evening to squeeze it in. With the morning freed up, we spent some time in Holland. First stop was breakfast at The Windmill where we kicked off the day with a homemade cinnamon roll the size of my head (yeah, I would feel this on my run later).
And then we spent some time walking around the beach at Holland State Park.
As nice as the beach was, I was glad I did not have to swim. The red flags were out and there were rip current warnings all along the beach. It would have been fun to body surf a bit in the waves, but no doing anything crazy 2 weeks out from race day.
After we got home from Holland, I took a nap and delayed my long run even more. By 6:30, I was finally headed out the door with Jennie again by my side. I was super sluggish and completely out of puff. Halfway around the lake, I started to have GI issues. Ugh. I managed to make it back home for a pitstop, but was still 70 minutes short of my 2 hour scheduled run. To play it safe, I headed to the basement and did the rest of my run on The Mill (and ironically had no GI problems – figures). It took every ounce of mental strength to keep going and not just shut off the treadmill and quit, but 70 minutes later, I was done. And puffless.
Bring on the taper!
13 days to regain my puff.