Has it been a month already? November seems so far away, but it really only has been 40 days or so since the Ironman. I haven't done a real work out since then. Actually, I did a short 2-mile run and one mountain bike ride since then. But nothing in the past several weeks. I keep telling myself that I am getting out of shape. But just as I say that, I run up four flights of stairs and declare victory at the top.
The strength is gone, some of the endurance, but there is still enough to get up the stairs.
I have no races planned for this year, and it will probably remain so. I entertained thoughts of doing XTerra West in Temecula in May, but it seems that the folks at xterraplanet.com have decided not to do a Temecula race. At least it is not on the schedule yet. Barring that, there are a couple of local, homegrown tris near San Dimas. They are the kind of races you drive 30 minutes to, race for 2 hours, and get home before lunch time.
I'll be honest. I'm itching to do something. Not an Ironman. Not a half-Ironman. Maybe an Olympic. Definitely a Sprint. Just to go out there and finish something and finish it fast.
But for the moment, it is time to clean up, catch up, and rest up. I hope to get on the bike this weekend. Which one? Probably the mountain bike.
Here's hoping the weather starts to warm up.