Back At It...Sorta

Tuesday morning dawned clear, bright and warm. My training plan called for a track workout with 6X800's (400 recovery) run at a 6:30 min/mile pace, with a 1.5 mile warm-up and cool-down, but it wasn't happening - at least not today. I moved the workout to the weekend and substituted a long, aerobic 10-mile run which better suited my temperament and state of ill-health.

Don't know what it was, but during the easy 10 miles my heart rate was a good 15-20 BPM higher than usual. Karyn says that can be a symptom of fatigue, overtraining or an impending illness. I'm hoping it's one of the first two. Unfortunately, it's probably the latter.

Two tri-daughters are home from college, bringing with them loads of dirty laundry and whatever pathogens are being passed around campus. And the tri-wife has been feeling poorly, too. If the bug hits I hope it hits - and runs - well before the Galena tri on the 21st. I'm going to spend some time in Lifetime's sauna after tomorrow's swim and hope to burn whatever's brewing right outta my system.

I did get a good 90 minute bike ride in this evening and felt OK, though the ride took me 3 hours to complete as I kept running into friends from my Prior Place of Employment and, of course, had to catch up. Wow. I didn't miss that world and now I don't miss it 10 times as much as I never missed it before, if that makes any sense.

Now a sidenote: this week's U2 concerts in Chicago are meeting with resounding critical and fan disdain. Bloated, boring and self-indulgent are the kindest things I've heard. Interesting how far and how fast the band has fallen, though I can't say I disagree. It's too bad, though probably inevitable. They had a coupla pretty good decades; now it's time to go away. Are ya listening Mick?