Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Square One, Part 3,620

One of these days I'll learn I can't take months off at my age. Until then, I'll be content to:

• Crap out on the bike after an hour or so, though doing climbing drills and yanking my rear axle out of the trainer doesn't help matters.

• Barely get three miles done on the treadmill at 8:34 per mile, when a year ago I was knocking down 3 miles at 7:27 pace. Granted, last year I had a bit of a head start with marathon training but it's still tough to know how far behind my pace I am.

• Destroy my elbow ligaments in a 1,900-yard swim workout. Serves me right for really neglecting my swimming during a six-week holiday hiatus. I returned to the masters team tonight and it kicked my ass. I'm supposed to ride the bike again tomorrow but I feel like I need to get two swims in this week no matter what. And if I swim I won't get home until nearly 8 and I damn sure won't feel like waiting another hour for dinner to be ready. Decisions, decisions.

The next decision I make will be writing a training plan that involves no time off after my "A" races in the fall. This crap is ridiculous.

2 comments:

Tiffany said...

old man, you know better than to leave the house with your walker!

Luv 2 Run said...

And I quote "I guarantee I'll run a 45-minute 10K in the spring, and a 1:30 half-marathon in the fall." - This is what you've just told me on msn today (27/Jan/10 at 1pm brazil time). Old man, you better make that promise happens or you have to buy yourself a walker (as Tiffany has mentioned on her comment to you) to help you out with your running pace. LOL Love you man! :o)