OK… so I’m in decent shape, but maybe not as good as I thought.
I was TIRED this morning. My legs felt heavy and sluggish. I only swam 1000 yards last night but I could definitely feel it. I was breathing hard early into the run and had to back off for a mile or so to recover. I finished OK but was still 15 seconds a mile slower than my Tuesday run at the same distance. And now? I’m pooped… And starving! Counting the minutes to lunch.
Did I mention it was COLD this morning? About 15 at the start of the run. With just enough wind to piss me off. By the time I got done I was Icebeard the Pirate. My goatee was frosty…! I guess from the condensation of my huffing and puffing. I was going to put on my balaclava but I decided not to. I think it would have been wise. My face HURT from the cold and didn’t warm up for an hour after I got done! And, no, I’m not complaining… I’m just sayin’.
Each morning we run, part of the routine is to announce the route and then welcome new people to the group. It really surprises me that we continue to see new people (there were 4 this morning) even on the coldest, darkest days of the year. It is also interesting to hear from those “returning” after a long layoff (there were 8 of them today) and to find out what they are doing. One woman (who dropped me like a rock around mile 4) turned out to be one of the better female triathletes in the club, but she had been off for several months due to a variety of factors. It was good (selfishly) to hear her lament about being out of shape and the difficulty she was having getting back in the pool. I’m finding “pool dread” to be as common to triathletes as the “dreadmill” is to runners.