Sometimes you are a sheep and sometimes you are the sheppard. Up until this morning, I was neither. I was neither leading nor following the triathlon herd. However, there are few moments in life where I am able to try something new that I have never been done before that is done so frequently by others (how can paternity tests on Maury seem so wrong but be so right?!).
This morning in the hotel I did my first brick workout. (Get it, Kool-aid Man jumping through bricks?? Brick workout?? Seemed funny when I inserted the picture...ohhh yeahhh.)
I'm honestly not sure if it was an 'official' brick workout. I biked for 10 miles on the spin bike and then ran for half a mile. Does that count? I'm thinking that if chef Boyardee gets to wear the funny looking white chef hat and call that red stuff 'food' then I get to count this one as my first attempt as a brick. I had honestly planned on running 2 miles but my foot was not feeling it. So, instead of trying to pushing through the pain I bagged it. No harm, no foul. Hopefully sports med doc will give me a solid pat on the back, a that-a-boy, followed by a chest bump for my restraint.
It was, in a word - HARD. I pushed it pretty hard on the bike so my legs were already starting to burn when I hopped on the treadmill. I felt really choppy while running the first minute or two, almost like I was not able to bend my knees the way that they should be bent. However, after 1/4 of a mile or so things smoothed out just enough for me to get my stride back before my foot started to hurt.
Overall, I think that the first brick workout was a success. It passed my usual barometer: I didn't die. Success. However, it seems that meeting my 2010 goal of completing a triathlon is going to be a bit harder than I first thought.
What a week! I am finally back home in Phoenix and am hoping to get back to a normal routine very soon. Doctors appt tomorrow - fingers crossed that I get good news.