Oh, Sunday. How I love thee. Mostly because Sunday is â€œTV nightâ€ (okayâ€¦ every night is TV night â€“ but Sundays feel more special). But also because itâ€™s the end of another week of Half Ironman training! That much closer to my goal and that much stronger. Wahoo.
Iâ€™ll be recapping this weekâ€™s workouts on Tuesday, but letâ€™s talk about todayâ€™s workout â€“ it was a doozy, especially following Fridayâ€™s long ride and run and Saturdayâ€™s long swim.
Today was a â€œhard run brickâ€ that included a 30 minute bike ride and a 1:15 hour run. I was looking forward to this workout, mainly because it only involved 30 minutes of biking. Iâ€™m trying really hard not to be negative about any aspect of training (hello, I signed up for this insanity), but I really donâ€™t love biking in Charlotte and killing two hours on the roads is pretty bad. But 30 minutes? I can do 30 minutes with a smile on my face.
The game plan was to come home, grab Henry, put him in the jogging stroller, and then run, but the more I thought about that, the worst the idea seemed. Itâ€™s pretty hot out there today, and the end of my run would be majorly butting up against Henryâ€™s nap. So I ended up coming home, reliving Kristien of Dad Duty for a bit, rocking Henry to sleep, and putting him in his crib a little early for a nap. I managed to get back out of the house in about 15 minutesâ€¦ not bad, considering that I also changed and hydrated.
Too bad baby care isnâ€™t the fourth leg of the triathlonâ€¦
Once I got out there, I was REALLY glad that Henry wasnâ€™t with me. Too hot! For him and me. A 1:15 run is a pretty long run for me right now, and hauling 45 pounds of stroller and baby wouldâ€™ve made it worse. Instead, it was a great run, despite the weather.
Can we talk about worms?
Yes, this totally needs a meme.
WHY DO WORMS CRAWL ONTO HOT SIDEWALKS TO DIE? Seriously. Letâ€™s discuss. I get why theyâ€™d be tricked into crawling onto the sidewalk after a rainstorm, but can someone explain why theyâ€™d crawl onto hot concrete at noon, thereby getting fried to death unless a nice runner like myself comes by and saves them? I saved not oneâ€¦ not twoâ€¦ not threeâ€¦ but four (yes, four) worms on my run. I refuse to touch them so this involves picking them up carefully with a leaf. I feel so bad for the wigglers and donâ€™t want them to become like their crispy dead buddies, so I have to save them.
Can worm saving be another part of the triathlon? Swim, Bike, Baby Cuddles, Run, Worm Saving? That sounds awesome to meâ€¦
How was your weekend? Any great workouts? Any great worm rescues?