TRIED. To. KILL. Me.
Oh, sure, she called it "hill repeats," but I'm telling you, even her little friendly dogs were sizing me up for a meal. The third time up this nasty 12% hill in the hot desert sun I came to a stop and then fell over when I tried to get my foot back in the pedal.
But I'll have my revenge. Friday, she's coming over to my house. We'll do hill repeats.
That's it, hill repeats.
In other news, I've introduced some upper body weight stuff into my workout routine, to give me more power in the swim. I'm also swimming with paddles now. It's kind of pathetic that I've not done this before - I mean, the weight routine. As I'm writing this, about 6' behind me, is a weight bench and several dumbbells. Now that my "main" triathlon season is over, I'm going to focus more on power stuff for the next couple months, and then focus on power, strength, swimming, and running for the off-season. I have this fantasy that I'll show up for my first triathlon next season and people will gasp at how fast I am.
Yeah. Well. I have that fantasy every year. It never pans out. Nice to fantasize, though.
So here's my plans, such as they are, for the rest of the year:
August: Barb's race on the 2nd, my first girl race. Then the New Mexico marathon on the 31st.
September: A bit o' craziness called the “Colorado Relay.” DreadPirate's brain child is a bunch of New Mexico Outlaws all sweaty and stinky in 2 vans traversing 170 miles of Colorado in 24 hours. We'll each do 3 run legs, for varying totals.
It's a road trip. It's an ultra-relay. It's a party! It's all three!
October – I'm doing a 50K trail run in Palo Duro canyon.
November – I'll be volunteering at IM Arizona and probably sign up for IMAZ 2009.
December – I really, really, really want to do the Borax Death Valley Marathon. Ooo, “Borax Death Valley Marathon.” Doesn't it just sound all cool and tough? C'mon, say it with me:
January – I've tentatively planned to do my longest run yet, the Ghost Town 38.5. My 12th marathon or longer distance, and my third ultra marathon. Kinda hoping Baboo will sherpa this one. Then I can get lots of sympathy and "there, there."
After that, well, who knows. It'll be cold, and I'll be feeling lazy, so we'll see. I am determined not to chicken out on the swims this winter, Pirate. No matter how insane it seems to be in a, admittedly heated, pool in January when there's snow on the mountain. I'll be there.