I've finally found a few minutes where I can contribute to this blog. I really should be helping wrap Sam's presents for his 5th birthday tomorrow, but I'll do that next. Training has been very tough again this year. I don't have the excuse of an early season Ironman like last year, but I do have family I want to spend time with, a job that's been much more demanding lately, and I still race sailboats too. There's just not enough time in the day to train like I really should. I suspect my training hours are just under half of what most people claim to train. I bet a lot of people wouldn't even think an Ironman was possible on my average training hours, but I know it is because I've done it before! It won't be a fast time, but hopefully it will be a good time. I seem to have conquered my stress fracture issues, but did struggle with what appears to be plantar faciitis over the last couple of months. Whatever it was, was pretty painful after runs, so I just didn't run much.
My latest excuses center around my left lower leg. First, about 2 weeks ago I fell on a sailboat winch hitting my knee very hard. It's been swollen and very sore to the touch. I was afraid to run on it for over a week, but swimming and cycling didn't aggravate it. Finally on Monday I did a 10 mile run and that went fine, so I figured it wouldn't impact my race much other than a little
missed training time. On Thursday I rode to work and then to the boat for that night's race. On the way to the boat I hit a sinkhole perfectly suited to swallowing a bike wheel. Over I went, of course on the same leg! I'm pretty much ok, except for a little (but deep) hole and a bit of roadrash. My bike also got a little roadrash on the carbon aerobars, but it doesn't seem to have impacted their strength. I tried to break them and couldn't.
I don't know if I'm unlucky for crashing 1-1/2 weeks before Ironman, or lucky that I didn't really get hurt. I guess I'll chalk it up as lucky. I was also "lucky" 1-1/2 weeks before my last Ironman where a little dog ran out from behind a parked car and right through my front wheel. He took out a few spokes, ran off yelping, and somehow I didn't crash.
Anyway, I'm glad the race is almost here!
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