Tri-Dogmom

What a crazy last couple of weeks. I was down and out for 4 solid days with the stomach flu and upper respiratory infection. I suffered through 2x4hour rides over the weekend, one ending about 15miles from my house when I realized I just couldn't make it any further so I sat and waited for Shane to ride home & come back and rescue me. The second ride ended with a pit stop for a coke to get me through the last 90mins because I just could not stomach any gels or other junk in my tummy. But agh, sweet coke...... Just like mile 16 in Ironman :-) While trying to regain my strength and appetite. Appetite meaning needing more than 5 Popsicles a day. I learned on Saturday... you just can't survive on Popsicles. Anyhoo - while all this was going on, our Canada group also found out that our rental home fell through. Long story short, I was stuck scrambling to find 6 of us decent accommodations 2 months out from an Ironman. An Ironman in a small town. Thankfully not as small as Coeur ...

I didn't realize my last post was the Deuces Wild post when I was sick, and DNF'd. Bummer. I felt like I recovered quite quickly from the stomach bug, and got back into training by Tuesday. However, by Thursday night we were headed back to Rocky Point for the Roger Clyne Show so not much rest, and not exactly more quality training. Shane & I had a great longish ride, 3hrs the morning before we left so I felt good about heading out of town with that under out belts. We were going to try to do our longest run (2hrs) on Friday morning. We got up at 5:30 (unheard of in Mexico) listening to crazy strong winds outside. After a 4mile out and back with the dogs we had to modify the plan and loop around our neighborhood not heading out to the main dirt road because the winds were just too strong when we weren't protected by the homes. We made it about 10.5miles before we were just DONE. The hard packed dirt roads, heat and humidity really tore us up. Knees were throbbin...

I knew on Wednesday morning I wasn't feeling right. I had a headache that I thought was related to coming back from Mexico to the dry air. I tried it all. Sudafed, Steam, Tylenol, Airborne, and sleeping with nose strips. I drank water like it was going out of style. Shane & I were both sleeping about 9-10hours from Tues-Thursday nights but each day I woke up feeling worse... but not quite sick. My lungs were good, legs rested... but things didn't feel right. Thursday after some short bike intervals I went to the pool for my last swim workout before the race. Coach had me doing a ton of 50s, with the last set of 8 of them @90%. My times were close to my warmup times, but not the effort. The drive up to Show Low Shane & I both were quietly sitting in misery. I think we were both afraid to say anything in fear of freaking the other one out. Once we got to our rental cabin there was no hiding it. It was 5pm and we were TOAST. DONE. Ready for bed. We both had ...