This week I get to take as an active recovery week. No triathlon training.
My Training Peaks plan spells out important activities like: “Drink a beer” or “Have a margarita” or “Bathe the dogs” (does Liz know how much work bathing the dogs is?!).
I’m sure by the end of it I’ll be screaming for some training work to do. Or maybe not, since I’m going to IM CDA to spectate this weekend. I might be so scared by the spectacle of 2,000 suffering athletes that I run away and hide and try to pretend I’m *not* doing an Ironman in 5 months. It could happen!