The Dream-Day 100

After a full day of sun, attempted windsurfing, frisbee, and volleyball I laid down around 6:30pm "for a few minutes" before getting ready for dinner. Guess I missed chow as I awoke today at 9:15am. Can't remember the last time I slept that long with tequila being involved.

On the training docket today was a 10 min warmup, then 2x2 mi at a hard pace with a 5' jog in between, then a 5' cool down. Due to my hibernation, I started at 10 and it was already unbearably hot and humid. I was toying with the idea of blowing it off to rest my tendonitis riddled ankle and a few toes that have blood blisters from Sunday's 2 hr run. Wonderful.

Being the dope that I am, bailing didn't happen. Instead, I took the w/u slow to test the ankle. It held up ok during the first 2 mi running at a 7:49 pace. That's when the wheels came off. I felt like I'd just ran a 1/2 marathon and had to walk during the 5' jogging break between sets. With core temp approaching the red zone and engine coolant needed, but no where in sight, I geared up for the next 2 mi set and managed to gut out an 8:31 pace. I couldn't help but think how anyone can run a marathon, let alone complete an IM, in conditions this harsh.

I returned to my air conditioned room and proceeded to sweat for the next hour even after a cold shower. Then, it was off to la playa for another day of humility as I tried in vain to windsurf. Nothing like seeing a fat old guy jamming away while I struggled and cursed (not necessarily in that order).