I was going to write this post on Thursday, coming off a week of easy efforts after Honu and then 4 days of doing as little as possible after Alcatraz. My guts were filled with lunatic rage and couldn’t wait to reach the weekend and break into what we all knew was going to be the beginning of the most intense training block I have ever drawn up. At the time, it would have made for some interesting prose. Instead I’m writing from bed, wrecked from 3 tough days and ready to sleep through some Hammer induced healing.
The screen shot above is my confirmation entry into the Ironman WC. Now that I’m in and registered, the pressure is off. The fate of my season no longer hangs in a state of suspension…mostly. We’ll talk about Miami or Cozumel 70.3 if necessary. Now, the only thing left is to train harder and smarter than I’ve ever trained, race harder and smarter than I’ve ever raced, collect, and repeat three more times for 2012. First race up is Vineman 70.3 on July 15th and it’s a big one. My aim is to cross as #1 amateur. I feel anything less would be a lazy approach. To pull it off, I believe I’ll need to take care of ever improving business in the swim and bike and then run a sub 1:20 half. That’s how I see the day unfolding. I keep hassling people about it at Tower 26, mainly killer Piampiano - who isn’t sure and rightfully so. If we’re playing logical games, someone who turns in a 1:31, 1:23, 1:26, 1:36 and 1:29 over his last five 70.3’s this year should have no place saying these things I’m saying - and in the heat of wine country. But this is within reach. I know it. I feel it. This is what brutal training is for. This is what over-reaching ambition is for. Also, if we’re still playing logical games, certain circumstances spiked MANY of these above run times. Luckily, I remain FAR more ignorant than most people in this game. And my head is the hardest.