Backwards

I was at a spin class yesterday trying to salvage my failed training cycle leading up to my upcoming event. There are 42 days left before the Kona half iron and I think if I train six hours a day, seven days a week, it wouldn't be enough to get me to the starting line in decent shape. It's too late. I just haven't committed enough effort training for this event and it shows. Oh my yes, how it shows.

I run one long run a week and a couple shorter ones when I can fit them in. Two weeks ago, I ran nine miles on the weekend, then some short runs during the week. The nine mile run was as far as my knee would go. If you take a dull railroad spike and jamb it in between your kneecap and your knee joint over and over like Norman Bates, that it what my knee feels like when I run.

Last Sunday, I ran in the Seahawk 12k. It's a local event for some charity that I should know about, but I was too lazy to read the literature when I paid my thirty dollars. My knee didn't hurt as bad that day, which was a pleasant surprise, but I needed three days to recover, so it still sucked, but for a different reason.

When I did my short run two days ago, my calf cramped up and I limped the last half mile. I wanted to cry. It wasn't the pain that made me feel bad, it was the realization that I don't have enough time left before my event to repair this training farce.

Today I ran nine miles. Time wise, it was nine miles. If you want to be really picky and use a map or a gps running watch, it was seven. The first three miles are uphill. Its pretty steep. I think the guys who climb Everest use that hill for training so they can try out their ropes and ice axes and spikey cleats on their boots. I ran up it. Norman Bates showed up at mile five and started to pick and claw his way into my knee with his evil fang claws. I wanted to cry but it hurt too much so I limped home. 

I had my dog with me on the run, which is great, because all the hot girl runners want to stop and pet the dog and then of course they ask me what my sign is and if I am single.   Honestly, it gets old.

Anywho, have you ever seen sharkweek on the discovery channel? Ten sharks are cruising around, minding their shark business when one of them pulls up lame and the others eat it. That's just how they deal with the weak link. So I am running with my dog and I start to limp because my knee hurt. The dog looked at me and growled and some drool slid down his lips. I think he saw me as the weakest link and thought he should tryout for a guest appearance on sharkweek.

It seems like I am slipping backwards. My swim is a little better than it was last year, my bike is a little worse, my run is a lot worse, if that is possible. I think my biggest problem is motivation. I am motivated to not run.  And I am afraid of my own dog.

Other than that, everything is peachy.