Short post today...this training for the Ironman is becoming a painful proposition. Each week brings with it a host of new challenges to overcome. This Saturday, I rode 82 miles. My wife made a joke that she has trouble driving that far. The ride was made all the more difficult by some nasty winds. Next week I will do my first century. That's 100 miles for the non-initiated. Never mind that Sunday held a nice 14 or so mile run. Oh and about 3500 meters of swimming. Monday brings a new week, same routine, just more distance, and more pain.
So the question I kept asking myself throughout the remainder of the weekend was "why?" I don't have an answer. This must be one of those "tough" spots I had heard about; one of those times during your training where you wonder what on earth you were thinking and want nothing more than for it to stop. I'm not quite there, but I am struggling. My trainer said "they don't cal it Ironman for nothing." He may be right, but if I didn't have this Olympic distance tri coming up in two weeks, I think I would be in much worse shape. At least the Olympic distance gives me something to focus on, and a much needed outlet. Too bad I am training for a distance that is far greater than the Olympic, so I am going to be very slow. At least I won't be tired; it should be a cake walk.