The long weekend promised a flurry of training in preparation for my next triathlon. But a running foray in Brugg left me reeling. I was dismal, to say the least. The worst came when that 80-ish woman with a Zimmer frame asked me to move aside so she could walk by as I was blocking the way.
So, I was left to nurse my bruised ego and deal with a 7min 30sec per kilometre time over a stretch less than 8km. What on earth happened to me? I couldn’t have gone slower if I tried. So much for my training plans. Sunday also saw me out on my bike, but I should have learnt from my Friday experience and stayed home. I managed an average speed of less than 24km/h. Swimming was left to complete the circle, but I wisely opted out.
But there is some good news. I found out that I do qualify for the title of Ironman after all. I managed (wait for it…) to iron seven (yes, SEVEN) shirts and one pair of trousers in a mere 75 minutes! Impressed, eh? I’m well chuffed about it, really!
I think I might just take up Extreme Ironing instead of triathlon. In the latter, the best I can aspire for is Plasticman.
Doesn’t this mean there’s no place to go but up?:-) Joking.:-) Maybe it’s time to shake up your training plan?
Erm, training plan? My training plan consists of running, cycling or swimming when and as often as possible, going as fast (sic) as possible.