Thought I was going to die. No, really I did. Here is the deal. When you race fast, you also have to train fast.
SO. This morning I had to run 10 miles. Breakdown: 3 easy, then 5 at 7:40 pace, then 2 easy. Ugh. Tempo/speed work solo for me is hard. It's nice to have someone drag me for the fast miles. Even if it's in my head. BUT. Didn't have that option.
Ran late morning to once again get my body ready for the altitude/heat on race day. Ran on flat trails to make it a little easier for me. Surprised myself by running ALL (count 'em) 10 miles in 1:25 and change. Sweet. Did it. Now I can die. Well, not really. But you get the idea.
After getting my breath back, I quickly hurried on to the rest of my day.
Sneaked in a quick 30 minute core/weight work out, then taught swim lessons to kids for 1.5 hrs. I swam too. But not sure if I can count it or not.
Still thinking about sticking in a few tri's. Training hardcore. May as well.