That is the sound of my training peaks email that arrives every morning promptly at 12:01 am from Jen detailing my workout for the next day.
The ding this morning was a track workout. 800 repeats. Descending. 6 of 'em. Last 2 max effort. Ooof. Painful, especially since I know I have to wait until after dinner to go to the track. (I like to get my workouts, especially hard ones, done early in the day.) I was not looking forward to this by myself. Good thing I didn't have to....
I can't thank Michelle (and Eddie) enough for meeting me there.
Seriously, she's awesome. Couldn't ask for a more "up for anything" training partner.
800 track repeats? "Sure...what time?"
Swim 3100 meters at 5:10am? "See you there!"
She's training for IM Wisconsin in September, in love with zone 2 (can go ALL DAY in zone 2), but is happy to get nauseous, see stars and leave zone 2 far behind in the pool, on the bike and track with me. Thanks, Michelle!
Eddie (aka "Drago", the commenter always giving me sh^% on here), photographer extraordinare, Michelle's husband, and all around smartass came to marvel at our blazing speed (and run, too).
Michelle and I were modeling for Eddie. He was really impressed. He didn't say anything, but I could tell in his eyes. He knows good models since he's a real photographer. ;)
Off to bed now. I am exhausted from a day of Monkey Joe's with E's school buddies (and mine, too -- the other mom's from E's school are awesome and so much fun to hang out with. I feel like I hit the jackpot with her class moms.) and Alice's new skill. Constant talking. Or more accurately. Constant yelling. All day long....NANANANANANANANANA. Full volume. In my ear. Very cute, but loud.