I rode with my girl Pirate today. Now here is a woman who makes you feel good about yourself, even when you suck-a true friend indeed. Honestly though, I really think I was actually going faster up the hills today-still keeping the heart rate below 135! My seat is raised 1/2 inch per Coach's instructions. The good news-did I mention I was faster today? The bad news-my ass HURT!! Now I am going to have to find something to fix that. Either change the seat or wait until I break it in. OR get super, super padding on my bike shorts. I'm thinking diapers at the moment..Wonder if anyone has heard of these? They are (for real) called "Assos" bike shorts. They cost a fortune but I am willing to shell out the change if they will save my "ass". H said he read that they are all hype. Oh decisions, decisions...I forgot how sore my butt can get Ironman training. This is after riding only 47 miles today so something must be done before the long rides kick in.
The ride was followed by a welcome run. It was suppose to be a 30 min. run. So I thought it would be a good idea to bring my old dog Mocha with me. Now there was a time when she would pull me along on our walks, me being the one out of breathe and trying to keep up. Well, today her age was showing more than mine. You see, she is 13 years old, a 55 lb. dog-on borrowed time I know. Today after about 15 min., my ego momentarily got a boost as she could not keep up with me. Then I realized, "Oh sh%^^*t! I am killing my dog!". She was breathing heavy and I was basically dragging her home for the last 5 minutes of what ended up being a 25 min. walk/run. When we got home, she lapped up water, laid on the floor and would not move! H called-I told him I was sorry but I think I caused Mocha to have a heart attack. She was still panting and wouldn't get up. When he got home, eventually she got up for a treat and went outside. I am breathing a sigh of relief! I think our running days together are over, which makes me feel sad just thinking about it. Her days may be numbered afterall but who knows?
Soooo, in summation of the day: I had a fairly good ride, fair run, did not kill my dog, got some good stories from Pirate while tooling up Tramway, have a sore butt and ate waffles and syrup as a reward when I got home.