Weathering the Storm
And in true Barb fashion, I'm acting like a complete and total baby about it.
Somewhere my mother is saying "some things will never change."
What started off as some random sinus infection has morphed into a chest cold from hell. You know the kind where you feel you have a hippopotamus sitting on your lungs and your respiratory system has been renamed "the mucus factory."
Really, it's quite lovely.
So the past few days I've given myself the "suck it up, princess" mentality and have gone through the motions of the workouts. The swim test went well. And then Friday's run test went surprisingly well, too...all things considered (who knew I could run a sub-10 pace off the bike into the wind?! Not me!). I woke up Saturday feeling worse than Friday...but still mustered up the energy for my long HR Zone 1-2 run. And by the time Sunday rolled around, I honestly thought I was going to lose a lung. Every cough was painful and I was pretty certain I wanted nothing more than to lay around in a dayquil-induced haze.
I typically tend to baby myself when it comes to anything dealing with my lungs, thanks in large part to the great lung collapse of 2004. Take it from me, spontaneous pneumothoraces aren't fun and I wouldn't wish that type of pain upon my worst enemy (although I'm pretty sure the government should put this in their back pocket as a potential alternative to waterboarding).
Unsure of whether or not I should suck it up and ride for 4 hours...or bail (which I wasn't keen on since my last 2 long rides have were either foiled or cut short for one reason or another)...I called the chief.
He promptly told me I have two options.
A) Continue to train and potentially be bogged down with this crap for 2-3 months and get less than my best out of the training I do...
B) Take 1-2 weeks off of training to allow my body to get back to 100% so I can get back in the groove of kicking ass and taking names.
Strangely, my first inclination was to keep training, but just cut back on volume so at least I'm doing something and not losing all the fitness I've built up to this point. And then the chief talked some sense into me...and did a damn fine job convincing me that I'm really not going to be losing that much fitness. I mean, this is why I pay him the big bucks, right?!
So while frustratring and mildly annoying, I know it's for the best. But my training plan for the next week or so it so sit around, catch up on my favorite TV shows, get plenty of rest, keep pumping the fluids and get myself healthy again.
I'm frustrated by the lack of volume from last week as I struggled balancing my health and training. And I'm highly annoyed knowing I'm not going to be logging any workouts of note this week.
So in Perez-style disapproval, here's a look at how my training has been going the past few weeks...
"Sports Minutes" is actually time spent on the bike trainer, and the rest you should be able to figure out from the key at the bottom.
Hopefully I can shake this nonsense and get back to the grind soon. My goal is to be back on track for the Udder Century on June 5th. No, I won't be doing a true century of 100 miles, but I'm looking at cranking out a metric century (62/100k). It won't be fast and it won't be pretty...but it'll be some solid miles, which is all I'm after at this point.