My entire day was one of those, "What would coach say?" kind of days. An early solo pool swim. Just me, some chlorine, and coach in my head telling me to "Do a good job." I did the warm up sets. Then I looked around, again, and again, and again... nobody...not a single person to swim the 6x400's on 5 minutes with me.
Round 1...actually pretty easy, today might be a good solo swim day. Round 2....I like that too. Round 3 and 4 weren't too shabby, actually getting some rest (by Bree Wee standards that is). Then round 5 and 6 coach would not get out of my head! Hold form, pick it up, imagine getting a draft off feet you want, reach, roll your hips, this and that... SILENCE please! It would not let up... I won't complain though, it got me moving my booty and before long I was done! Solo pool swims are getting more fun, WAIT, still can't use FUN to describe them, they are getting more "manageable".
Just like in a LONG race day you have to be able to bring yourself back, bring back the focus when you day dream, drift off, and zone out... it's still a work in progress for me, solo pool swims are my way to defeat it...
Now for a ride. ONCE again...coach was in my ear . I could hear him telling me to put on the HR monitor, not wear the IPOD, and to take my nutrition seriously. Honestly, it was so loud and clear, I thought he was there...Please God no...
The warm up is lovely. Nice and steady, me and Jerry Ewing (he is the run director for Honu/Hawaii 70.3, of course I am inquiring about the changes they made for this year). Jerry turns and I am left to start my intervals. Main set 10x5 minutes at pace/HR goal. Yes, you guessed it, coach in my ear telling me to take it seriously, focus, and make it a good ride. The entire first hour went pretty good. Found some rhythm, enjoyed all the sunscreen burning my eyes, and the winds were pretty calm. After some pooped legs and a smile of satisfaction about a swim & a ride well done, I begin the recovery ride.
THEN a train came! Yes! A real live train on the Queen K! I am cruising along (this time fully enjoying the IPOD because I am done with my intervals and rolling back to town). At first I think it's a semi truck about to blow me over. No, it's Luke Mckenzie
. Then I think the cross winds are flaring up, no, it's Belinda Granger
, then I mistake Justin Granger for a sports car... it was the Aussie Train!
They are flying like I have never seen a pack fly down the Queen K. They get a bike or 2 length ahead of me, my heart is still pounding from the pace they blew by on. AND you guessed it, I hear coach Paul, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" He must know my every move or be reading my mind all the way from Canada... without hesitation I move as fast as I can to try and grab that train!
Imagine a pack of wild horses, running SO fast in a field, the kind of horses with beautiful legs that look so powerful. That is the view I had from behind the Aussie Train. I could not believe the quads on those 3. I was like a little mouse in the corner hoping they don't notice I am trying to draft off them. This was the kind of thing that had me just pinching myself. About 10 minutes later I hear Coach again (I had him slienced pretty good for the first 10 minutes). He was asking, "BREE ARE YOU DOING YOUR OWN WORKOUT? ARE YOU FOLLOWING YOUR PLAN?" Clearly that train was not my recovery pace. Not even close. I tried to reason with coach (in my head of course). My reasoning was, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! I mean, this was not a little cruise ride, they were moving, not even talking to eachother, they were focused and flying! I don't know if Lance Armstrong rides that fast when he is in town...
Check out the view! 3 flying Aussie's on the Queen K!
I hang on some more. We get to the little climb before Vets and the HR is so far beyond cool down pace, I am pretty sure the Aussies could hear it beating out of my chest. I just keep hanging on. I hear coach, yelling of course, and I don't know what to do. I hold on a little longer... a little longer... a few more minutes won't kill me...so I enjoy the Aussie Pain Train some more. About 15 minutes from my stop point I decide maybe I should do the recovery thing now. I would be lying if I said it was an easy choice. It wasn't. I wanted to ride all the way back with them. In stead I turned up the tunes and pulled out my camera (of course). I had to snap a shot of the Aussie Train before it was too far out of sight. It's not every day a Kona girl gets to chase kangaroos!
That was fun., however my day is not over just yet. I still have to run (today was a full on triathlon day). After hearing Jerry say they changed the run to 6.5 miles of grass I did something really boring. I ran loops in the grass for my entire run! It felt like a hamster in a wheel. Coach was in my head telling me, "Good, at least you are running in conditions similar to race conditions, and at least you got into your run shoes in less time than it takes you to open your big mouth, and I'm glad you are still in your HR monitor, and NOT using the IPOD". That is correct! I ran over and over and over and over in a small grassy field for too long to count with no music to save my life. THAT is called "finding focus".
After the wonderful news that Dr. Scheel cut out the precancer in time & everything will be okay if I keep up with my check ups and gallons of sunscreen, I REALLY needed to celebrate! Take a deep breath-yes-coach Paul was in my head! He must have felt salt water running through his blood just as I was thinking about surfing.
After logging out my training to coach I did a little surf check, small but fun looking. I waxed up the board, put on 3 layers of sunscreen, then thought about it. Just thought about it. Dr. Scheels says I can get into the ocean, coach wants me to wait on the ocean till after the stitches come out. I never disobey my coach, I respect him too much and he has done a world of good for my life. But this one thing I doubt he would understand...I really needed in the ocean. Some people celebrate with a beer or some kind of fiesta, I need the ocean.
I paddled out, took a deep breath, duck dove under a little set, then smiled to be in the ocean, on my board, with some friends. My first wave was pretty ugly. BUT the second one had me smiling so big my face hurt. A couple little turns, back over the top, and paddle for more. Ahhhhh, that is living! The ocean has given me so much joy I simply can't resit returning to it for more. I stayed out till almost sunset, completely refreshed from the training, refreshed from waiting for results, refreshed from the little things in daily life...
Driving home from the beach I was reflecting on the day... Happy about my solo swim, spiking my HR on the Aussie train, making myself run around a small grass field with no distractions, then getting to enjoy the ocean. Nice day to say the least. Of course I still hear coach in my head, then I check my emails, sure enough, he had a simple response for the swim/bike/run...
Hi Bree, Looks like a great day for you. 178HR on the bike. That’s high for you! Recover well. How are your stitches healing?
Dear Coach, The stitches are just fine, a little salty, but I covered them with that infection medicine...I'm stoked on the swim/bike/run! Yeah, the bike HR was crazy high for me, I was chasing kangaroo's. Oh, I took a little surf, that was the best recovery I could do for myself, you'd be proud I didn't hit the reef at all today!
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