. . .until I started running. Despite feeling as if my bike and swim fitness is pretty advanced, run fitness just isn't. When running, I've gotten to the point that I'm moving pretty smoothly, but speed just isn't there. What feels like a 7 minute mile is more like 7 miles per hour. The recovery from a 45 minute to 1 hour "easy" run feels like what it should have been after a 10K. And most vexing of all, probably 50% of the apparent wattage improvement on the bike appears to have gotten lost in sore running legs.
Somehow, I find this surprising, when by any rational standard, it shouldn't be.
I'm impatient to be further along than I am. The hazard of this, clearly, is running myself into injury. I find myself reeling in my unreasonable expectations, talking myself down from unreasonable disappointment, and trying to put it all in perspective.
So here goes:
--An athletic year in the life of a 45 year-old following a hip fracture is most reasonably devoted to rehab, not PRs. But perceived improvement, particularly in something so reproducible and constant as bike power, has tempted me to think otherwise. There I go again. . .
--And where am I relative to expectations? A couple months ago, I wasn't even going to bring my running shoes to 70.3 St. George. And now, there's a decent chance I'll do the whole 13.1. Perspective is the key to happiness. Expectations are its enemy.
--First and foremost, triathlon--meaning all three disciplines--is an event unto itself, and all disciplines are interrelated. It's a bit delusional to think that I'd improved AS A TRIATHETE merely by upping bike power, when I couldn't even run. Even though bike numbers have taken it in the shorts of late, collective multisport fitness has come along dramatically by merely being able to run.
--Oh yeah, and am I remembering to have fun, and appreciate what I have, instead of dwelling on what isn't?
An answer, in the form of tonight's runset: