No Vacation From Training

In Uncategorized on June 24, 2008 at 5:05 pm

Iron Girl is in 60 days. That means I have roughly 8 weeks of training left. So even though I’m on vacation, I’m still in training. When we booked the trip, I was excited about all the training I could so easily do here in the Outer Banks — running on the beach, open water swims in the sound, and biking with the ocean mist on my face.

Well, the bike rack I recently acquired didn’t quite make it onto the car, so I’ve got no bike here, which is a bummer because that’s the most difficult training for me to fit in logistically. I may have childcare at the gym for running on the treadmill and swimming in the pool, but I need a husband or babysitter at home to go on an actual bike ride. This week I’ll have tons of relatives who could have watched the kids while I rode, but now, I have no bike.

What I do have is the Nags Head YMCA. Tomorrow morning I plan to spin to finally get some bike training in. Yesterday Richard and I took turns running on the beach, a route we figured was about 3.6 miles. Not too shabby with a little calisthenics thrown in afterward.

Today I swam at the Y, and let me tell you, it was an effort to stay on task. My mind had definitely gone into vacation mode and wanted to take my body with it. Is it possible that the pool water here is any harder to pull through than the water in the pool at Big Vanilla? And the difference between 25 yards and 25 meters starts to add up after a while.

After I’d finished my warm up, a little girl who was about eight years old came into the pool with her dad. He was coaching her along, consulting an index card for her workout. I huffed and puffed my way through a 500, and was trying to figure out how many sprints I could force myself to do before moving on to an iced coffee.

“Mom said 20 minutes!” the girl shouted at her dad.

“Four fifty sprints,” he said ignoring her.



I caught the dad’s eye and smiled. “She sounds like me. I don’t want to do my sprints either.”

She was on vacation too, but she’ll be competing in a state swim meet at home in a few weeks. “You can’t just not train at all,” dad said.

She was in the pool for less than an hour, and probably didn’t miss much of whatever the rest of her family was doing, but I know she just didn’t want to be there.

I wanted to tell her that when she was older she’d be glad her dad made her get in that pool. When she was older, she’d be glad she got in that pool even though she didn’t feel like it. Just like me.


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