The Thing I’m Doing This Year #8
Not the greatest week of workouts. Wednesday I ran on the treadmill, felt great for 30 minutes, struggled a bit the second 30. Ran 5.2 miles in 60 minutes, as you can tell when it comes to running I’m more of a cyclist.
On Friday I got on the trail with no watch, so when that happens I use the stopwatch function on my phone, which I carry in the tiny compartment on my tiny CamelBak. It’s not ideal. When I was close to the top of the W’s, I decide to get the phone out, which basically requires me to dislocate both of my shoulders and then blindly figure out how to push/pull the phone out. On this particular occasion, after turning on the phone, typing in the pass code and finding the stopwatch, I learn that I somehow hit the stop button about five minutes into the hike.
So I have no idea what my time is, but the amazing thing was the psychological effect of not knowing. My first thought was, ‘well, I don’t have to push it now.’ But instead of freeing me to casually enjoy the hike, the hike becomes a chore. Trudging my sorry ass to the top of the W’s. And it didn’t get much better on the way down.
Finally, on Saturday, I go for a quick bike ride. Five miles in I feel the knot on my spine return. He didn’t go anywhere it turns out. My whole lower back pesters me. Throughout the whole 16 miles, I try to stretch out my back to no avail. At Sam’s final football game of the spring season, I sit on the ground.
My back hurts. I take a hot bath. Back hurts. Grunting and groaning, I do chores to get ready for tomorrow’s hike. I wash all my workout stuff. Fill up the gas tank. Make a new playlist for the iPod. Buy a new Ironman watch to track my intervals. I’m hiking to the incline sign. I’m getting up early and I’m doing this.
My back hurts.
I’m doing the Tour de Cure this fall.
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