“He knew from the start it was going to be a tough day.” Sounds like the opening line of a dime store novel, but it is really the third person narrative of my Monday. However, as I get ready to drop into bed and sleep like a rock, I can call it not only a tough day, but a successful one.
I flew back to Tampa from Little Rock last night, after a few days at home with the family. I scheduled the latest flight possible, which got me back into Tampa at about 1:00 in the morning. My plan was to get up at 6:15 a.m., do my three mile run, and make it to work in time for my 8:30 meeting. That was my plan.
The morning run was not just punishment; there was a method to my madness. My first MBA class was scheduled for tonight, so I couldn’t run in the evening. That left either first thing in the morning, or during lunch when the heat and humidity would be really brutal.
The alarm made a feeble attempt at rousing me on schedule, but I just couldn’t do it. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m just too old to do a decent run on four hours sleep. I reset the alarm for an hour later, and was stunned when it went off in what seemed like 30 seconds. I slept pretty hard for that extra hour.
The additional sleep consigned me to a lunch hour run. The clouds were building all morning, but the rain held off long enough to build the humidity to really stifling levels. Nevertheless, I changed into my running gear and hit the road. It was a hot and sweaty run, but I got it logged. Every workout this week is important, since my primary race of the season is on Saturday.
I mentioned in an earlier post that I wasn’t really doing a taper for the triathlon. That’s not completely accurate… I have dropped my normal 3 strength training sessions from this weeks plan, and I’m sticking only with the bike, run, and swim workouts. I read somewhere that there’s no value added to strength training during race week. I don’t remember where I read it, or what the reason was, but that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
Tomorrow calls for a 20 mile ride in the morning and a swim in the evening. I haven’t done much early morning riding in Tampa, and I can’t say I’m really looking forward to it. It’s nicer in Little Rock, where the scenery is more pleasant. But, nice views or not, I still get to ride, which is enough to be thankful for.
Four days and a wake up.