This weekend was miserable. I am one week post GMAT and MBA application submission, and four weeks pre-Rapperswil IM70.3. Brilliantly I signed up for two races thinking that it would motivate me to train. Well. It didn’t, but I guess you can race your way to fitness?
Sadly the weather did not corporate and it rained the whole weekend. I had a sore throat for a few days already, and morale was low.
First race: stretch one of a relay race. Only 3.8 km with 65hm it was an easy stretch, but one I ran the previous year post ankle injury and I felt the weight of my previous time. I beat it by 3 minutes, over less than 4 km that is not too shabby, but it felt horrible.
Race two: a sprint triathlon in Germany with a terror inducing 25% grade on the bike climb. I was coughing my head off, and convinced I wouldn’t go. I did end up going, but was convinced I wouldn’t even start. Then I found myself in a wetsuit with a dubious stranger asking me ‘are you sure you want to do that’ as I honked away at the side of the pool. Convinced it was worth it to swim, I was already wet, I didn’t think I would get far on the bike… well.. you know where this is going.
It was a pathetic time, and a second last finish (what that chick had going on who knows), but I didn’t cough myself off my bike, and I didn’t give up. Two days in bed later, maybe I should have.