A 70 km ride one day followed up by a 23 km run the next equalled a brilliantly exhausting weekend that I’m still recovering from days later.
Happy Easter my friends. This holiday weekend, as they usually tend to be, was a bit of a whirlwind which included cycling, running, eating birthday cake with friends, an early morning conversation – which never happens! – a chocolate egg hunt, a baker’s meltdown, the lip-smacking, piece de resistance stuffing and ham dinner with my most favourite people in the world, and a major Vancouver Canucks’ playoff letdown.
How was your Easter weekend?
- 11:15 a.m. BG before: 7.1 (4 sharkies, no bolus)
- Temp. basal: -50 per cent (2 hours)
- Distance: 23 km (LSD)
- Average pace: 6:38 min/km
- Average heart rate: 165 bpm
- Time: 2:32.25
- @45 min: GU gel. @90 minutes: GU gel. @1:45: BG: 12.4 (Negative temp. basal canceled.)
- 2:30 p.m. BG after: 7.1
Normally I run my LSD runs on Sunday, but because Mario had taken Saturday off, I figured it was a perfect opportunity for us to meet for lunch at Granville Island, with him riding and me running. (I’d been drooling for a Granville Island sandwich ever since running 3 km shy of one last week.) And I thought for sure, because I’d gone out hard on the bike the day before, my pace would be super slow on Saturday; it wasn’t. I was having to slow myself down quite a few times.
Before leaving the house, I was a little concerned about a bruise on the top of my right foot that had appeared after Wednesday’s run. The bruise was right where the top laces tie together and every step I took there was a wincing of pain to be had. I ended up bandaging the sucker up and switching out the newer shoes for an older pair, which seemed to do the trick. (Note: medical tape my butt; after 23 km, that stuff was more like injury tape, actually tearing my skin apart. The post-run shower burned like hell!)
The run for the most part was great, my ankles felt fine, the sun was shining, the temperature wasn’t too hot or too cold, it was near perfect. But still, unlike last week, I was most definitely wanting to be done at the completion of the run. My legs were so exhausted, they were throbbing!
What do you get an evil pace bunny who’s training for his first triathlon for his birthday? Why a gravestone cake of course (courtesy of Pam, who’s like a freaking Monet cake creationist!) … and a tube of road rash cream 😉
I hope you all had a holiday weekend filled with melt-in-your-mouth, dream-worthy, drool-inducing chocolate, and an Easter Monday that you could actually call a holiday … unlike me. But I’m not bitter, oh no.