Tri-Dogmom

Another couple of weeks up north, and I'm starting to feel like myself again.  Well, minus the constant tired legs, endless appetite and need to go to bed right.now.it's9pm.   I'm still struggling with some swims, while other swims (typically Wed for some reason) I leave feeling refreshed and happy like all this damn hard work is finally paying off.  Of course then I go back on Friday and swim long course meters and feel like I took 5 steps backwards and am swimming through mud.  I'm trying to get over myself with that whole frustration though. Last weekend was one of the biggest yet, and it was the last big build block of 4 weeks before a little recovery.  On tap was a 5:30 bike ride, intended to be harder, steady effort the whole time followed by a 40min run.  Then, finish off the weekend and block with another 3hr/20mile run. Well, things didn't go exactly as planned as we had quite the storm come in Friday.  We woke up Saturday morning ready to roll, but loo

Everyone and anyone who knows me, knows that I pride myself on my swimming.  I work my ass off in the pool because I love it, I love how it makes me feel & I love knowing that when I toe the start line of a race, the swim is just the warmup.   I've had many frustrating races with swim times that were not even close to a good representation of my actual swim or my hard work, but I just continue to plug it away. And then I met Michelle.  In the past year and a half that I have been working with her she has pushed me so far beyond my swim limits I'm just itching at the chance to race at Ironman Canada and see the difference.  It's my IM PR swim, and I feel like I've maybe, just maybe stepped it up one more level and anxious to see if the hard work will pay off. All this butterflies and rainbows talk about swimming just about got thrown out the window over the last 3 weeks where I have been SUCKING in nearly every single swim.  Yes, I know I'm at 7000ft, but non