Put me in, Coach!

I thought last week was easy.

But Coach Kris has taken recovery to a new level. I have even less training this week than last.

C'mon, Coach. **tap** **tap** **tap**

Is this thing on? After three weeks of living above 9000 feet, I feel like a super hero with my freakish extra red blood cells. I'm ready to pour it on. Let's DO this Ironman thingy.

MORE recovery? Only 5 and a half hours of training this week? I ought to be doing that on Saturday alone. It's less than 15 weeks away now. Shouldn't I be smashing myself?

OK, yeah, so I had 19 and a half hours in one week in Colorado. I rode about 300 miles in a couple weeks and climbed 15,000 feet on the bike and scaled a Fourteener.

But . . . but . . . BUT . . .

I'm sure Coach Kris has an evil plan and is ever so much more expert than I am, . . . .

BUT . . . .

Put me in, Coach. I'm ready to play.