It's been an interesting day of training. I had a four hour bike scheduled. Adam worked from home so that I could go in the afternoon. I biked west on the 22x and it was a beautiful ride (the fall leaves are so gorgeous right now) but I had a couple of incidents. A regular annoyance is when one of my back water bottles falls off. So, after going over bumps I often scoot back a bit on my seat to feel whether or not the bottles are still in place. Today one fell out when I was flying down a hill and half the liquid leaked out. The amount of sports mix used on each ride is a bit of a science because everyone needs a certain amount of calories and electrolytes during endurance exercise to replace what is expended. I need about 300 calories/hour and so some of my precious calories were lost and wasted on the highway.
My other incident was when I was climbing a hill and only going 12km/hour when I changed gears and my chain came off. I came to an abrupt stop and wasn't able to unclip my foot in time. When I fell, I landed across the white line, so I was grateful for the keen driver who swerved wide around me. I landed on my wrist and knee. I'm not worried about my knee but my wrist is chronically demented, so I'm going to be icing it a lot the next couple of days. Adam and I hit the gym together tonight for a 3 km swim and I ended up having to do "fist drill" the whole time to avoid undue pressure on my wrist.
Adam and I have had some enlightenment this week as well. I realized that he has been thinking that I haven't really been enjoying my training. This idea started when I would often cry after my swims in the beginning because I was so far from where I needed to be. I explained that I, like him, enjoy "the struggle" of working towards a major goal. I came to realize that he has felt kind of responsible for my ironman experience to be a good one and is really concerned when challenges arise. I explained that I knew it would be a challenging goal when I chose to take it on and that even though the training has been hard at times, I have not yet approached my "struggle limit". It was a good talk and I feel like we understand each other so much better now. Isn't it interesting how easy it is to misunderstand others, even spouses??