It was bound to happen. Up until this point, most of my Ironman training recaps have been successful. They may not have been perfect, but I’ve hit the distance or time I wanted. Well, I didn’t this weekend. While our weekend trip to Lake Placid was great for so many reasons (I’ll explain below), I am not entirely thrilled with how my training went down. It seemed like nothing went according to plan and I didn’t manage to reach any of my goals for the 3 disciplines. And it was my last training weekend. Not the way I wanted to enter the taper.
We left at the boys bedtime on Friday night.
The plan made sense – in theory. For whatever reason, my husband and I were thinking it would take just over 4 hours but in reality, it took us 5. We left at 8pm. We go to bed early…we get up early. So you can imagine how the drive felt by 10pm. Brutal. Slapping the face, drinking coffee trying-to-stay awake brutal. I dozed in and out of sleep for the first 2 hours while my husband drove solo. We checked in to the hotel just after 1am. Carried the boys up to the room and guess what? They were both WIDE awake for the next hour. Happy as can be. But wide awake.