It’s an uphill battle…unless you’re married to the coach (Entry #11)

Wednesday evening’s workout wasn’t high on my list of things to do.  The day had been full of various appointments for my kids as they get ready for sleep-a-way camp.  Working out at the end of the day seemed more insult than anything else.

We met at the parking lot outside Cornerstone Pool.  The bike route had us biking up Tunxis Road, not once, but twice.  Tunxis, while recently repaved to give it a lovely, smooth consistency, is also pretty much one, long, slow hill.  Not steep enough to force me to get off and walk, but certainly enough to make me going painfully slow.

This was our first group brick workout, where we would do not one, but two different workouts back-to-back.  So, as I was pulling back into the parking lot, I was greeted with the reality that we would have to pull on our running shoes and complete a 2-mile loop.

Luckily, being married to one of the coaches has a few perks.  First, I’m never late to a workout.  Two, I was able to convince her to reverse the direction of the run course, turning the long slow uphill portion, into a more palatable downhill.  If my teammates didn’t already adore me (which, of course, they do for my charming wit, winning smile and incredibly pale skin pallor), they now knew that I had their best interests in mind.

I hadn’t had dinner and was feeling a little tired from the biking (it was a little warm), so I took a few sips of water and grabbed a Powerbar Bite that Lynne offered.  This particular product was named “Chocolate Peanut Butter Bites.”  I’m not sure what cruel confectioner thought up these little nuggets of sawdust rolled in the dust of a Hershey bar that had been abandoned in the back of a cabinet for a decade, but they did a great job of creating something that I swallowed.  I made a mental note to look for other forms of instant fuel as those little dust bombs were not going to cut it.

The run was ok.  How about that?  Normally the run is my least favorite portion.  And, it still is. But I disliked it less, so that counts as an improvement.  My heart rate monitor stopped working.  I wasn’t sure if it was because the battery had died or because I was about to.  But, not worrying about my heart rate allowed me to just run and found myself picking up the pace as I neared the finish line.

The coaches, workout leaders and people who’d finished before me were cheering the rest of us on, encouraging us to finish strong.  It was yet another reminder as to why I could never have attempted this sort of training on my own.

Published June 26, 2013