Now that everything seems to be happy and healed (feet, ankles, tibia, IT Band, et cetera) I'm easing back into the training again.
For now, I'm going to try to ride twice a week, getting used to being in the saddle again, and running 2-3 times a week, getting my legs used to being on pavement for one of those runs. The running is oh, so slow. I did a 10K pavement run on Monday, the longest p
avement since December, walking about 1/4 of it. My average pace was apalling, but it was faster than it's been in a long time.
What's great is that it's so much easier now. Within a mile of the new house is a paved running path, a boulevard with wide, clean shoulders, and clean,
dry, dirt running paths. Most of it is hilly, too. As a good friend says, I hate the hills, but love what t
hey do for me.
My new training ride includes an extended 6 mile climb, and
I'll be doing that often to get ready for IM-UTE. Here's the profile for that -->
I was planning a ride last night, but put it off because Baboo was gone Tuesday night. Why is that relevant, you ask. Well, I'm still getting used to the new house noises. So about 11 pm, the cats knocked something over, and I was awake and paranoid and convinced that someone was trying to break in, and spent the rest of the night mostly awake, staring at the bedroom doorway, waiting for the intruder who was certainly in the house to kill me. Every creak and whisper in the house was my murderer, waiting to sneak up on me.
The next day, my normal bike day, I was exhausted all day - I even had that exhausted twitchy eyelid thing going -- so that by 3 pm I was ready to grab
all my sugarless energy drink mix and pour it straight into my mouth like pixie stix powder. I complained to Baboo, who soon enough was home, as he said, to protect me against cats, plates, and things that go bump.
I was exhausted and fell into bed which seems more like home with Baboo in it. So no ride. See, it's all related.
Baboo brought this piece of art back from his trip -->
(He may be a big tough ironman, but he's sentimental, too. )
The picture doesn't really do it justice.
<-- Here's what it says in the middle, and you'll see why it's such a great piece for a couple of brand-new empty-nesters. (There's more like it at Storypeople.com)
Here's another writing by the same artist that I thought was also especially appropriate for an endurance sports couple:
You may not remember
the time you let me go first
Or the time you waited
at the crossroads for me
to catch up.
You may not remember
any of those, but I do
& this is what I have to say to you:
today, no matter what it takes, we ride home together.
5 days to my endocrinologist appointment. I've heard he's nice. I wonder if he gets hypothyroid patients as hyperactive and random as me.