I planned and designed this to be a low-level training week for recovery before the final push to Oak Mountain for the XTERRA Southeast Championships. Overall, I shaved off a significant portion of training but was still able to keep my body moving. My goal was mainly to reduce volume, so I did plenty of work and some high intensity short outings.
For Monday, 29 April, I found my way into some really fun surf for over an hour and finished the day with a 30-minute swim. I had a fast-paced trail run at Dairy on Tuesday, clocking 50 minutes for 6 miles at about 7:30 pace. I was really working on downhill speed, which is funny to say for trail running in Florida, but I have my spots. On Wednesday, I headed out to get in two bike laps at Dairy – one with the boys and one solo for intervals. The lap with Bob and Jay went well, so I headed out to do a few soft-sand hill repeats. On my way back to the trail, I felt a bit trashed, so I ate a gel. By the time I got into the first interval, I knew something was wrong and just completely bonked. I had nothing in me and couldn’t get my heart rate over 150 no matter what I tried. I called it a day, and with my tail between my legs, I limped my bike back to the trail head, went home and then headed to work. Once at work, the bonk really set in. I ended up leaving work, grabbed a few beers on the way home and took a nap (something I do only a few times a year). I can only imagine what my adrenal gland was feeling. After my quantum bonk, I took Thursday completely off – aside from a ride with the dog and some stretching. I felt way better, ate like a Greek soldier and slept like a hobbit.
Feeling much better on Friday morning, I hit up Dairy for a short run and got in about 35 minutes of hard work. I did repeats through the Grueler three times for some much needed interval work and downhill running. Later in the day, Christian, Bob and I were planning a ride at Graham Swamp for the Friday jam, but the weather set in around Flagler; we decided to hunt for some trails where it would not hit until later in the afternoon. We found our way to Little Big Econ, which was super fun. The trails were in great condition, but they are not marked, so way finding was essential. It was not like your traditional way finding though. We only had a really crappy map with us that ended up being worthless. In all, it was literally turn left at the 6-foot gator, right at the 8-foot gator, and haul ass away from the 12-foot gator. No exaggeration here either.
After we finished most of the good single track along the St. Johns, we tried to find our way back to the trail head on a loop instead of heading back the way we came. But we got completely lost and ended up having to ride along the road in 45-degree angle torrential downpour. It was raining so hard that each pedal stroke pushed a puddle of water through the top of my shoes and drained down the sides. The day’s total was about 120 minutes @ about 18 miles. A great adventure in the woods.