So, the little voice in the back of my head that was trying to kill me yesterday relented after I got stuck at work for an extra two hours and changed it’s tune to “You’ve earned beer & hockey, get over to Glory Days” - so I did. Best line I’ve ever got there: “You like hockey AND guns? Where have you been all my life?” But I’ve made a new friend at GD’s, and under the age of 50 for once.
The Kona Ironman was today - the big one - all I can say is that you have got to be seriously hard core for that. The first place finisher came in with a time of 8 hours and 14 minutes. He did the marathon piece with a 6:40 mile. I can only imagine what it takes to be able to run a 6:40 mile for 26.2 miles AFTER you’ve done a 2.4 mile swim and then 112 miles on a bike.
Me? I went and ran 3.2 miles today with a 12m30s/mile pace - and was happy that I didn’t want to hurl at the end of it - a fair amount off from last weeks 10m54s pace, but I went a little further this time and felt much better. (I had the distance wrong on the last leg of last weeks run - total mileage was 2.94 vs. the 3.2 I’d thought - the first 2.1 miles in 20 minutes was accurate though, so I don’t have to put away the iPod, LOL.)
Someone started a thread on the training site about ultimate tri aspirations. My only aspirations for Kona are to have my butt parked on a beach there for a week or two sometime in my life. :) But honestly, assuming I survive the sprint tris next year, I’d like to be able to respectably complete an Olympic length at some point.
I slept in obscenely late this morning. I think I’ll do it again tomorrow.
