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MCM Training: Week 9: Crime and Punishment

I really need to get better about posting these closer to the week in which I actually completed the training. As I try to remember what I did last week, I'm confusing it with activities and feelings from the current week's training. But here's week 9, at a glance:

And since I actually took notes, I'm going to just use them in their raw form:

  • Monday a.m. run -- "hurricane," misty, windy, puddles (bike lane), good run. Monday p.m. -- yin yoga, ahhhh 
  • Tuesday a.m. -- slept in :/. Tuesday p.m. -- 100 burpees (13:29), CrossBoot meeting
  • Wednesday a.m. -- slept in :/. Wednesday p.m. -- CrossBoot! speed work, burpees, sprints, sprints, sprints
  • Thursday a.m. -- 4 miles, fast. Thursday p.m. -- 4 miles, faster! ab work
  • Friday p.m. -- CrossBoot! drain-ing. lots of reps w/ weights + speed drills. blue moon!
  • Saturday a.m. -- 15 miles, sloooww. a bit tired from CrossBoot, crampy, etc. need to start ice baths.
  • Sunday a.m. -- 12 miles bike, felt okay. a little hot, need to fix fit. Sunday p.m. -- yoga in park, a little tough, ashtanga-based
I clearly had trouble getting up to run earlier in the week (the crime), which led to feelings of shame later in the week, which led to two CrossBoot classes only a day apart (the punishment). And what's not listed here is that I did another class Monday. I went a little CrossBoot-crazy. But my Thursday runs were actually two of the fastest training runs yet, probably due in large part to the dreadful speedwork I did at CrossBoot Wednesday night.

Saturday's long run was just short of pathetic. I had stomach cramps of every variety, and I felt like I was dragging my legs. That was probably due in large part to the added CrossBoot class on the night before a long run--not really wise, but I knew that. The one highlight of this run, though, is that I began it while the blue moon was still highly visible:

I totally hijacked this picture from my dad, who took the picture and posted it on Facebook (thanks, Dad!).

On my Sunday morning bike ride on Davis Island, I decided to take a picture of my halfway point, since I actually had my phone with me (no more requests from strangers):

And later on Sunday, while riding my bike home after yoga in the park, I snapped this shot of the setting behind the University of Tampa:

I live and train in a beautiful place, and each week I'm very thankful for that. Now let's hope the beautiful scenery can inspire me through another 20-miler this weekend!


Great pix, Lee. Look forward to more.

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