I am entering training week #6 and things are going really well. It is painful, but the scary thing is I am kinda of digging it. It is the Shades of Grey of triathlon training. I don't want to get spanked, but secretly I look forward to it.
Last week was brutal, but as Helene tells me "it doesn't get easier, you just get used to suffering longer." And that little bit of advice really helped. I like that she tells you like it is and you can get your mind in the right place. None of this...it will get better. No it won't. It shouldn't! Does it suck it isn't going to get easier? Sure. However, as the workouts are getting harder and harder and I am able to get through them. Plus, I am really making progress.
Last week was "speed" week and it damn near killed me. Speed work in the pool is a hell that one must experience themselves. I would rather run an hour tempo than speed work in the pool. Tuesday was 50 yards on the minute. The faster you swim it the more time you have to recover. Like you can recover from an exploding heart. I had to repeat this TWENTY MOTHEREFFING TIMES. It was the hardest workout I have ever done. I was breathing out my nose so hard that I got a nose bleed. Yep. That is gross.
Just when I thought Tuesday was tough, I met Helene on Thursday for our workout. I am considering buying her some horns to wear when we meet because by the end of our workout, I swear she is Satan's mistress. This lovely workout consisted of TEN - 25 yard sprints on the 30. Faster you swim, the longer you have to rest. Whoever came up with this concept is an asshole. THEN...TEN - 50 yard repeats on the minute. Just when you think you are done, nope, there are FOUR - 75 yards on the 1:30. I was spanked so hard that I still have hand marks on my ass cheeks.
The only way I got through Thursday's workout was I was under pressure to keep up with the other two people sharing the lane. One is my friend, Stacey who is wicked fast. My whole goal is to TRY to stay as close to her as possible, but on Thursday we had company. A young pup who clearly was on the swim team judging by his six pack abs and hair like Fabio. He was like a freaking fish in the water -- smooth and just glided along like he didn't have a care in the word. We couldn't even keep up with his easy pace! But we got it done. I was never so happy to get out of the water.
I am still keeping up with my running. Only a couple days a week and have a few races coming up that will be here before I know it! 4-mile Shamrock run on March 9th. The hills on this course is a ball buster. Then I am running the Syracuse Half on March 24th. Hopefully the weather will not be shitty. But knowing my luck it will be!
Anyway. With all this work, I better be in the best freaking shape of my life!!!