I am thinking this week is the beginning of some of the roller coaster emotions, and workouts.
On Tuesday I was finally able to do the Bike Heart Rate test. All I have to see is the word "test," and I begin to think I should get an A. I learned that I can ride very hard for an extended period of time and my heart rate does go above 138.
Is that good or bad? Actually it is what it is.
My resting heart rate is about 48, so I can only guess that I passed. Maybe not with an A, but I didn’t die doing it so I consider that a bonus. After I finished the ride I was to run 15 minutes. We live in a beautiful area, and I was able to run a fourth of the way across one of the two bridges that connects our coast and 26 miles of beach.
Because my husband and I were planning a trip to Florida for the Memorial Day weekend I ran/walked my long run, and rode on my trainer for two and a half hours. Have I mentioned how boring that can be?
My plan, while in Florida was to swim in the Gulf of Mexico. Saturday was a windy, wavy day. There were wild breakers to get through before I could try swimming. I was nervous but determined. I dove into the first breaker and swallowed a lot of salt water and made NO progress. The second dive, I made it through the wave, but my goggles were knocked partially off and filled with water. The third and fourth tries were total failures. I lost my goggles, but swam a few yards with my eyes closed.
I was completely frustrated and angry that I couldn’t get through the breakers. I quit, and walked back to the condo where we were staying and sat along the side of the swimming pool completely down. I just stared into space, and thought, “what was I thinking signing up for a full Ironman.”
I was shocked at how quickly I lost all my confidence. I sent my coach a message about my failure, and he said not to worry about it. Really?
One of my friends was staying at another condominium a few miles away so we decided to try the swim together the next morning. There were no breakers, and we swam about 1100 yards in the water. Buoyed by our success, we decided to swim a mile on Monday morning. It was another beautiful day, a few waves from passing boats, and we swam more than a mile. Two days of successful swims has renewed my confidence. I am still going to have to tackle getting through the breakers, but with some suggestions from friends on how to accomplish that I am back thinking I can move on into full Ironman training.
I wasn’t going to back out anyway.
This week I will prepare for another sprint triathlon in Fairhope, Alabama. I have enjoyed this race in the past and look forward to it.