Yesterday, I knocked out a quick 4 mi run and came back to Damian's house of torture for an evening swim.
Today, thinking of coach Joe killin' the 1/2 IM in Majorca (hope it's not the other way around) as my swim buds and fellow triathletes Dominique & Rosanne and I set off for a 7am 40 miler in the hills of Northport on 5 hours of sleep. What was supposed to be a 2 1/2 hr endurance ride was immediately converted into an epic thigh mangler. Got home around 10, made some stellar oatmeal pancakes, slathered them with peanut butter (NOT the salty crap like Skippy) and then plunged head first into my trusty pillow. Total train wreck.
Tomorrow's swim and long run should be awesome (fist pump).
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