Sometimes I think my guardian angel throws things at me to prevent me from training. She wasn't around back when I was training for Ironman, maybe she was busy keeping me from getting killed by drivers on cell phones? And my angel is a she and she's hot. Brunette. Looks a lot like my wife. Today was a planned long bike but I passed out in my chair last night at 7:30pm trying to get ahead on schedules. Then my wife told me Oliver had his 2 year doctor checkup today and no way I'll miss my kid's life for training so now I'm totally behind. I get home and it's snowing. I like biking in the snow and cold but it was a blizzard and I needed to work. Good job hot-she-angel. Rest day it is.
I'm coaching 19 athletes right now and 9 of them are racing this weekend so I'm kind of a wreck as it is. 3 are racing Ironman and I get in a tizzy when my athletes race Ironman because it's still so close to my heart. I live through them and I feel their tension during race week which goes far beyond any race tension that I've experienced. It's not like Leadville where the gun goes off and you... jog... for a day. The swim start of an Ironman is something I miss the most, particularly Kona. Helicopters buzzing over head, chest to back treading water for 15:00 waiting for the canon, the canon fires and it's complete chaos with foaming water
Have a great day Mike, John and Courtney!