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Triple Brick

Well, for those of you who just cannot get enough fun out of a brick workout...Today I did a triple brick workout that I had read about in one of our numerous tri books. One hour on the bike, 1/2 hr on the treadmill, and repeat that twice more. Mike was along for the first hour of biking and then he went home. It was windy and cold, so the second lap went to my house for a sweatshirt.

The workout went quite well. Surprisingly enough, it was much simpler to do this workout as a brick than all of the distance on the bike and then all of the distance on the run.

The recovery was good too. Got home and made sure the 100 grams of carbs with 25 grams protein was in within 20 minutes. Got a quick nap before Chey got home. Got up and ate like a pig. My appetite has been unreal.

I had a great ride out to Lake Ripley on Sunday. It was beautiful out. The SWAT team hung out and we did some grilling. Some of us swam. Kitty kept us all up to date on the members doing IM Kentucky. I took off for home about 3 or 3:30. It had gotten really hot, and I nearly couldn't make it home. When I finally got home, I laid on the bed with a bag of ice on my head. Really thought lunch was coming back to haunt me. Unfortunately, Tawnya was unable to complete her IM in Kentucky. I know I would not have finished in those conditions either. I was fortunate enough to finish my IM the first time around. It was on one hand, good/solid training, and on the other a shit load of luck that it wasn't HOT. What a heart breaker to travel there and be at the mercy of the weather after all you put in to your training.

Still have to figure out the agenda for tomorrow. Need to swim, but the pool is closed. Probably drive to Princeton. Need another intense one-will be busy with IM WI this weekend.

Comments

Unknown said…
Sounds like you've got the IM tapeworm already...lol.
Sorry we missed you all on Sunday. Should have gone but my AM yardwork blossomed into a major super-project that took all day.

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