So, writing out the races I have planned last night actually really helped me get in the mindset of starting to think about a training plan.
I have approximately eight weeks between now and my triathlon and four weeks between now and Reach the Beach–and both are very different races.
One is a 24-hour relay race where I will be running a total of 19.82 miles, with some of those miles in the middle of the night after sleeping in a van.
One is a three-sport race.
How the eff do you train for both at the same time?
I’m still figuring out the exact logistics, but I’m thinking somewhere along these lines: the next four weeks, I’ll train for both, substituting the runs in the tri training for the runs in Reach the Beach training. Once the relay is over, I’ll just stick to the regular triathlon training schedule. (Mad props to my buddy Hal; this is what I used last year, too.)
Having this schedule in mind, and knowing I haven’t swum once since last summer, I decided to hit the pool today.
It was another gorgeous day in New York, and I was more than happy to walk the mile to the gym.
I swam for about half an hour (totally losing track of how many yards I swam, per usual) and was completely humbled by how difficult swimming is, especially when you haven’t done it in a while. It’s such a great workout for me to zone out too, though, because I spend so much energy counting strokes between breaths and thinking about my form. There’s no way I could possibly think about anything else.
I began walking home, stopped in a store and went to pull out my credit card before realizing I was missing my credit card and license. The gym said their policy was not to verify whether they had any lost items or not over the phone, so I walked another mile back, hoping and praying they actually had my stuff. They did, thank god.
And my dumb mistake meant another nearly two miles walking in the sunshine. Things could be worse.