All you can do is tri

So today started out with a visit to the pool for the first time in months since I’ve been swimming in the lake instead.  300 wu, speed intervals 25 x 4, 50 x 6, 25 x 4, 200 cd.  The speed intervals were hard for me since I’ve not really ever done them before.  They did get easier the more that I did them, but I did notice that I would start to fatigue towards the end of each 50 and had to focus on form.  And so starts my voyage to becoming a faster swimmer. 

Then I hopped on my bike and rode to Seattle (20 mi) to meet my friend Lisa for dinner at a yummy mexican food joint next to Green Lake.  Hopped back on my bike and rode home only getting 14.5 miles.  For the last 5 miles of the portion back home my chain kept skipping and not catching onto the intended chain ring.  It also came completely off 4-5 times before the end of my biking journey.  Completely annoying.  At 14.5 miles, during the ride back.  The chain had come off once again as I shifted and forced me off only to find that part of my rear derailleur had come apart.  Thankfully most of the parts were under the bike on the ground.  After trying to fix it for 5 mins, unsuccessfully, I contemplated my options now that I was 5.5 miles from home with a bike that would not be taking me the rest of the way.  I could get a taxi or I could run home in my socks….  I chose the latter since I was feeling pretty good and was unsure if a taxi would even be able to find me since I was in a funky location.  I would have called friends to pick me up, but it was 12:30 at night.  I didn’t want to bother anyone.  Besides, I’m a triathlete.  I can definitely run it.    I hid my bike, left unnecessary items with it, including my shoes, grabbed my water bottle and began my barefoot adventure.

Running in socks wasn’t too terribly bad.  Stepping on rocks definitely hurt like a mother, but that happened maybe less than 10 times.  The run, although slow, felt pretty good despite my previous training today.  The balls of my feet hurt the most and my socks are ruined and there is one blister that came out of it.  But all in all, not too bad for my first barefoot run.  The carpet in my apt felt soooooo nice and soft on my feet.  It was like heaven!  My calf actually seized up on me after I put on my running shoes once I was home.  With running shoes on I jumped in the car and went to get my bike, which was still there.  Again, I was in a remote spot so I wasn’t too worried about leaving it behind.

And that is the story of my random, unintended triathlon.

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