Ignorance is Bliss.

The one thing I love about using workoutlog.com with my coaches is that I know exactly what's coming. I know that on Tuesday I have to throw down 3.5 painful miles of speedwork on the track. Wednesday is swim until your arms fall off. Thursday is a midweek bike-run craziness. There are no surprises.

Well. Usually.

Saturday morning's schedule said two things:

20 minute bike test.

15 minute transition run.

Traditionally, our bike tests are on the CompuTrainer. Watts are measured. Heart rate is logged. And all is well with the world.

But we knew this wasn't true. Earlier in the week we were told "change of plans...show up at Montrose with your bike and your running shoes and be ready for anything."

Really? REALLY? I don't bode well with the unknown.

Friday night I text the Punisher.

What do we need to bring tomorrow!?!?

To which she replied to chill out and bring stuff to bike and run...then reassures me that the workout isn't bad and that it won't take very long.

I stupidly think we're getting an easy day. I mean...it's the long weekend and all! We've got some drinking to do somewhere.

So in the morning we pull up...

Bright-eyed. Bushy-tailed. And stupidly fooled.

We start with a quick warm up on the bike.

No problem.

Then we're told we're testing outside. With hard corners. Pedestrians. Cars. Twenty minutes of balls to the wall, zone 5Z, go as hard as you can and as fast as you can without dying.

OH. DEAR. LORD.

It hurt. A lot. I nearly got hit by a car. Had a few momentum killing moments where my speeds dropped from 18...19...20...down do 12. Dodged runners. Maneuvered my way around cars trying to park. All in all...it was a nightmare.

A very painful nightmare.

After the test came a transition run.

As expected.

A light easy jaunt and Gina and I thought we were finished.

That is until we crossed paths with the Chief of Pain waiting for us. We were nowhere near done.

Our legs were fried at this point. A ridiculous hard ride with a run thrown on the back end was enough for me for one day. And yet...here we were facing one of the things I hate to do the most.

Hill Repeats.

It's not that Cricket Hill is substantially steep or long. But it's just enough to really be pesky. Especially when the Chief is relentlessly beckoning you up and down over. and over. and over again. And when the Chief yells at you, you better be peeling off a respectable clip. But my legs wanted nothing to do with it...as usual.

With a fire in our lungs, we mentally wrapped up shop....and were then informed we were doing the "lower matrix."

Say whaaaaaaa? This bloody workout STILL isn't over?!

Squats. Lunges. Jumps. Over. and over. and over again.

And by the third circuit, I was over it all.

The general consensus was that had we all known exactly what was on the calendar, we may have allowed ourselves to sleep in. Or held back during the test as to save some legs for later. I suppose ignorance really is bliss sometimes.

The legs still feel a bit wonky, but I know that come mile 68 of this 70.3 mile race, I'll be happy that I've gone through all of this nonsense. But until then, I homegirl needs some sleep.

Peace out.