The last couple of
weeks
Social media makes it very easy to believe that every other
athlete is out there putting in 'epic' workouts day in and day out without
rest, recovery days, or bad workouts. Because this isn't the case I have
written a very candid report of the last 3 weeks of my training, which have
gone, in all honesty, terribly.
A few days before the race in NYC three weeks ago I started
to feel slightly low on energy, although I brushed it off as pre-race nerves
(which may or may not have been the reason). The race itself did not go well
and I was frustrated with the result, mostly because the effort level and
resulting splits did not seem to match up. However, these things happen and I
was (mentally) ready to get into another hard block of training in preparation
for Timberman 70.3 (which is next weekend).
I did the normal recovery routine post-race, although I did
not bounce back as quickly or as well as I have in the past. The next couple of
weeks seemed to be a continual downward trend in performance, although my list
of excuses for it was as long as Santa’s naughty list. I told myself to stop
being a wuss, things would be better tomorrow. Always ‘tomorrow.’ Unfortunately
‘tomorrow’ never came and workouts became poorer and even difficult to finish.
Still I maintained that I was just being a wimp and that nothing was actually
wrong.
Last weekend was intended to be a hard few days of training
in Collingwood. Friday was okay (just okay, I survived at least). However, on
Saturday’s bike ride I self-imploded by the 40km mark and was sent home early,
where I spent the next 14 hours practically comatose in my bed. I have NEVER
cut a bike ride short because I was tired, so I was rather unhappy with myself;
but I was EXHAUSTED (not a word I use lightly). Sunday and Monday were taken
very easy, with the intention of getting back at things on Tuesday. A few
minutes into Tuesday morning’s swim practice it became very evident that 2 days
had not been enough and my body was still in a hole (more like a gigantic
crater). My coach got wind of this and told me to take the rest of the week
off. This was very hard to take mentally but I knew it was for the best, so I
spent the rest of the week doing nothing. This was actually the lowest weekly
training volume I have had in 5 years.
There are likely a number of reasons that contributed to how
I was feeling. While on paper the training I have been doing this season makes
sense, with gradual progressions in duration and intensity, our bodies are not
machines there is no magic plan that works for everyone. Perhaps mental stress
played a role. Blood work results indicate that dietary changes need to be
made. Maybe I really just needed a couple more rest days. Regardless of the
reasons, the down time served its purpose and I was excited to go to a fun,
no-stress race in Bracebridge.
The Race
Bracebridge is one of my favourite races on the Multisport
Canada circuit and I try to make it out every year that I can, so was happy to
be here this weekend.
The swim is a time-trial start, with the pros/elites
starting 15 seconds apart. As my luck would have it, Angela was starting 15
seconds behind me. I knew if there was ever a race that I could get on her feet
it would be this one and that was really the only goal of the day. About 500m
in both Sean Bechtel and Angela caught me, with Sean leading the way. I tried
to jump in with the two, but this didn’t last long before Sean had dropped us
both and I swam the rest of the way with Angela. #goalachieved
I didn’t rush with my transition and therefore needed to
chase Angela down on the bike, although there wasn’t a huge gap so it didn’t
take long. About 7km along I actually made the pass and enjoyed the bike course
the rest of the way. As I still felt like I was on the edge of the hole that I had
been in all week I didn’t push the pace but chose to simply enjoy the fact that
I was racing on some of the best roads in Ontario. Coming back past Santa’s
village provided some excitement as a local person (not a racer) on their
mountain bike decided to cross over to the wrong side of the road and ride
directly at me as I was going 50km+/hr down that hill; I swerved to avoid him
and not 10 seconds later a pick-up truck pulled out from a parking lot,
blocking both the on-coming traffic in the opposite lane and then stopping in
my lane as he saw me, completely blocking the entire road. I slammed on my
brakes and slid through the sand on the side of the road, safely making it
around the blockage. Gotta keep me on my toes I guess?
Onto to run I felt pretty crummy, although having not run
for an entire week this was not a surprise. Again, no need to overly exert
myself, just a solid effort to close out the race.
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finishing up |
Next weekend I will be headed to a very competitive race at
Timberman 70.3, the rest of the season is TBD.