This Bank is a Beyotch

There was a wedding last night in rural Oklahoma. The baking sun was descending behind the foothills of the Arbuckle Mountains in southern Oklahoma as the Bob White quail sounded from the thicket beyond the newly mown pasture. The evening breeze brought some relief from the day’s heat. I sat amidst the family of the bride, Mrs. Greyhound’s niece, and no one but me knew about the endorphin high that explained the idiot smile on my face.

This was supposed to be the ultimate peak training weekend before Buffalo Springs Lake Ironman 70.3, and I was anal to the point of being impolite about the potential kink this traveling would put in my training schedule. The triathlon gods, however, ensured that I would not whither on the vine of inactivity. In fact, the bike and run of the weekend might even exceed the difficulty of the Buffalo Springs course.

Friday morning, I managed an epic “hookie ride” with a teammate only recently met at the Capital of Texas Tri. LOL and I repaired to Montgomery, Texas where we completed an extremely hot and hilly 60 mile loop, and I went 15 more after she went home. 75 miles of constant hills and South Texas humidity. It was a beyotch, but it is in the bank.

Saturday, after driving six hours to Ardmore, Oklahoma, it was a two hour run in the mid-day heat in extreme hills. It was not fast and it was not pretty. But it was done. It was a beyotch, but it is in the bank.

Sunday, did not manage to get to the pool after traveling, but a little tweaking of the training schedule, and I'll be no worse off. I'll take tomorrow's rest day today and train tomorrow instead of resting.

What is it that Bold says? Respect the distance, but no fear. Right now, I think I can manage that.