Recovery weeks are the best

Even when you don't train!

After building our miles for the past three weeks, we collectively agreed we are (kinda) on track with the long rides/runs from the schedule. That meant recovery week! Can I hear an Amen!?

Recovery week: After building your miles and bustin' your butt for 1-2 weeks, you are rewarded with a recovery week. Some (like our group) view this as your obligatory week "off". But some of the more serious Ironman trainees simply decrease their miles and intensity. They're kinda hardcore. Maybe someday we can become serious about our training...

With Recovery Week explained, I'll jump into my week of accomplishments... Tuesday I managed to get in a recovery run after Monday's long ride and a swim on Friday. Yup, that's it. Two workouts. Unless you count Thursday night, when I intended to do hill repeats or a trainer ride on the bike, but 2009 Shannon showed up and convinced 2010 Shannon to open some wine instead.

The funny thing is: despite that horrible attempt at training this week, I still logged the most miles with The Family. Yippee! I mean, I should get a gold star or something! They could have at least let me draft off them for a better part of The Canyon Saturday, but they didn't! I guess I should expect it... same thing happened when Jim from FinalFit wrote them a "doctor's note" saying I could take it easy during one of our climb weeks because of my back injury. I got no love ;) Sure, Jim's not a doctor... in fact he's a bike fitter. But I think his note should have been take more seriously, it was legit! I'm just saying...

Back to my training log: Saturday's ride went ok. I was tired. My legs felt zapped. But we finished our ride through The Canyon in 3 hours and managed a 20 minute run.

Sunday, Goldilocks had to bail on the run for work. Shoot! I was really counting on him for motivation. Adult Supervision was running El Morro... which just didn't sound appealing. And besides, I woke up at 7am and I'm sure she was halfway done with her run (if she didn't get lost like last week). Alas, I put the coffee on and strapped things down with my running bra, got in the car and ran my 10 miler around the Backbay.

Great run! I mean unlike the ride the day before where my legs felt done, they felt fresh and strong. To the point where I wondered at about mile 5 when it might catch up to me. Mile 8? Nope, I managed a great run and sharpened my farmer's tan all that much more.

Before I wrap this week's recap up, here's my doctor's note! See, legit! I have it on my fridge. I figure since it's not dated I can get away pulling this out another time if needed.