On The Edge of a Knife
Started out the week with another swim of about 2000 yards.
Tuesday, it was another 2500 yard swim followed by a four mile recovery run with an average pace of 9:43.
On Wed, I put my long ride in for the week with a three hour ride with 3X8 at Zone 4, rest zone 3. TSS: was 149.4 and IF was 72.8.
For Thursday, back in the pool for another 2500 yards which damn near killed me. Thanks to the joys of work, I wasn’t able to get in any breakfast before my lunchtime workout. I just about drank the pool.
Friday, I picked things up a bit finally for the run. Put out a six miler with 3×1 at Zone 4. It took a while to get my legs loosened up, but I was happy to be to be moving. Intervals came out at roughly 8:40, 811, and 7:40.
Saturday, it was family time. We hit a couple of festivals in town as well as took care of some yard work. This is where the bad part of my week comes in. Not the family time, that was superb. You see, my lawnmower has been on the fritz for the past week. Like an airplane full of babies leaving Chicago, I haven’t been able to get the piece of crap to take off. This debacle involved numerous repetitive pulls of the engine start cord. After the intensity/volume pick up this week, the cranking on my right shoulder was just too much and I spent most of Saturday night with a bag of ice as a friend.
In fact, I have been having recurring problems with my right shoulder since CDA. Each time, it seems to get worse, and right now, I think I need to tread carefully. As an occupational medicine doctor, I have seen my fair shair of bad outcomes from rotator cuff tears. This week is about being safe. More ice.
Today, finished up the week with an ABP (always be pushing) ride. TSS 110.3 and IF .791, almost right on the money. I’ll take it as those numbers are with the warmup.
Tomorrow, the post IM CDA taper is over, and I’m back into to mainstream training for Arizona. I have five weeks of general training, and then 12 weeks up to the next Ironman. Lots of testing this week, it will be interesting, and painful, to see how the number sit now. Hopefully, my shoulder won’t fall off.