Trying to get back on the horse

It's been three weeks or so now. We thought we were ready. We had rested. We had recovered. We were chomping at the bit. Speed work baby! Bring it!

Um not so much.

The mind was willing but the legs, heart, lungs, and general rest of the body was having none of it.

My speed is gone. I've got nothing. No kick. No get up and get hustling. Nope. I have one speed now. Steady. Like the tortoise. I wanna be the hare again!

So after only 4 mile repeats (fast with 1:30 recovery) we called it on Thursday night.

Friday morning was not pretty. I have never felt more like I had been hit by a bus in my life! Ug.

Today Team Pink is going to Vegas with Team Pink Dad Peter. Woohoo! Like good little triathletes we got in our long ride (last night) and suffered for a shortish run this morning. And now it's off to the land of buffets and bright lights and heat. Vegas baby!