That's what was waiting in my email box this morning from my coach.
I opened the email and found my IM training plan. Gonna hurt doesn't even accurately describe this plan. Last year's plan doesn't even compare. The workouts are nuts. For example: run the Hubuelin Tower road (a sick mile long hill) for two hours and count the number of summits. At least that won't come until March, but January ain't pretty either. I'll be knocking down 12.5 hour weeks after one week of tune up. That increases to 18 by April. Mix in the medieval weight work and time on the bike, and it's a pure fire recipe of pain.
I guess if you have aspirational goals you have to bleed through your eyeballs. I meticulously picked through the plan wincing as I got closer to spring. Then I realized I was reading ahead and saw the goals tab. I opened the tab and that's when I smiled. These are personal so I'll keep them to myself, but a couple, if achieved, would complete the ultimate journey.
I get a taste of the pain this Thursday and then it's a another couple weeks of enjoying pain free days and then game time. I'm not going to look ahead just knock of each day. Getting through the plan alone is an athletic achievement.
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