For the past three months I’ve completed nearly every one of my training sessions solo, with the exception of a couple swims and a few group classes, so it was a treat to be joined by friends last week for a couple workouts!
First, Kate Elliott joined me for part of a run after her early morning Thursday strength class.
Then on Friday, Jenni Miller joined me for part of a ride during my swim-bike-run workout (sorry I didn’t snap any pictures–too busy pedaling).
Training with friends makes all the difference, especially when things get tough. Last week’s volume was lighter, but my body was still feeling REALLY grumpy, perhaps letting me know that when you accidentally do a full century the weekend before, you might feel it later. Ha ha. Or when you ignore things, they don’t always magically go away.
What brightened my day was riding part way up Gibraltar with Jenni. Chitchatting about life while you’re cranking out the miles takes your mind off everything but the fun. Thank you Jenni! After we parted ways, I still had a couple more hours of riding solo, which was fine, but definitely not comfortable or joyful. That is until out of nowhere, fellow SB Tri Club member, John Abrami, appeared on Shoreline Drive, pulling me along and putting the zip back into this ride. Thank you John! You have no idea what a difference you made in those few miles we rode together.
Not only did John and Jenni lift me up, but so did friends who happened to be driving in my direction near the end of my ride, rolling down their window to offer encouragement. Sometimes it’s the tiniest things that pick you up! Thanks Brett and Wendi! The run afterward? Let’s just say I was grateful for all the positive vibes that surrounded me on that day.
I don’t share any of this to complain or say, “Woe is me,” because my issues are not special. We all have them. And who wants to hear about other people’s aches and pains? NOBODY.
I only share this with you to celebrate the extraordinary power of friends.
It reinforces the notion of one my favorite proverbs:”A bundle of sticks can’t be broken.”
As an individual “twig,” when the pressure of training and life pushes hard, it’s easy to be snapped in half, but with the support of friends, family, coaches, teammates, and other supporters, our “bundles” become nearly indestructible.
My bundle showed its strength even more after my workout on Friday when my friends and massage therapists extraordinaire, Larry & Stephanie Trager, squeezed me in for a little work on my angry ribs and back. Thank you Tragers!
You can imagine how much I appreciate Coach Mike in the mix of my bundle of sticks. This week he’s scaled my schedule way back so my body can hit reset. His wise council and experience are what will keep me healthy and moving forward. I’m so grateful to have him in my corner.
This is what’s on tap this week:
Monday: Swim 1200y
Tuesday: Run 40 minutes, Bike 60 minutes
Wednesday: Swim 1000 y
Thursday: Friday: Bike 2.5 hours, Run 30 minutes off the bike
Saturday: Run 60 minutes, Swim 1000y
Here are a few snaps from Saturday’s long run. After being surrounded by friends during Friday’s “mini tri day,” I ran solo again–this time for 1 hour and 50 minutes. I opted for mostly softer surfaces, doing loops around the flat trails at the Douglas Preserve, then running on grass over at La Mesa Park, then down and around Shoreline Park.
And just for fun, here’s a little randomness…
Houston, we have a problem (a first world problem, that is)…Anybody else have a drawer like this?
My husband is so patient with me.
And then there’s this guy…”Are you ever going to have time to play with me again?” ~Doodles
Smile Train Update: Doodles may not be smiling, but the rest of us have a lot to smile about this week! We have funded our 13th child for corrective cleft surgery! Woohoo!!! Thank you Dan, Tone & Lucas Meisel, and Martha & Don Jefferson for your generous contributions this week! Now we only have 7 kids to go until we reach our goal of funding 20 children.
Cleft palate/lip surgery is a simple procedure that only costs about $250 and takes just 45 minutes, but it can profoundly change a child’s life and that of his or her family. It gives me goosebumps thinking about it. It really does take very little effort to make a difference, especially if we combine forces. As they say, it takes a village…
IF YOU’D LIKE TO CONTRIBUTE AND BE A ROCK STAR MEMBER OF THE VILLAGE, PLEASE CLICK HERE!
Here’s to another great week ahead! Thanks for coming along on this journey with me and for being part of my fantastic bundle of sticks!
As always, if you missed any of my previous posts, you can click on the links below…
Kicking off My Journey to Ironman Arizona
Week One of Ironman Training: Believe
Week Two of Ironman Training: The Power of Friends
Week Three of Ironman Training: I Think I Can
Week Four of Ironman Training: Progress
Week Five of Ironman Training: Wind at my Back (and Front) and Peeps by My Side
Week Six of Ironman Training: Baking a Cake
Week Seven of Ironman Training: Courage
Week Eight of Ironman Training: It’s All About the Base
OMG, You did WHAT?! (AKA Sleep Deprivation + Training = Embarrassing Moments)
Week Nine of Ironman Training: Growing Pains
Week Ten of Ironman Training: Trust
Week Eleven: Speedbumps and Breakthroughs