Another month down, and it was kind of crappy. Literally, for half the month. I'll explain ...
Swimming: 7556.87m (4.7 mi)
Cycling: 100.51 mi
Running: 27.08 mi
Lifting: 17 sessions (4:24)
Other: one hike (2:20), one walk (:20), one day whitewater rafting (4:00)
So. Let's chat. Pre-Boulder 70.3, I had a decent-ish training week. Got in a bit of everything and a day of whitewater rafting (clearly I'm a serious type-A triathlete if I'm going to do that four days pre-70.3).
Let's actually talk about that rafting - so the first time I went whitewater rafting was in college the first time I went to hockey camp. Rafted up near Buena Vista/Salida (Brown's Canyon if you're familiar with that section of the Arkansas) and I LOVED IT. OMG it was great. Did the same section each time I did hockey camp (so like three or four times). All the guides told me that if I loved that, I should raft the Royal Gorge. Half a lifetime later (no, literally), I finally did. I booked us a full-day excursion so we could have some warmup rapids before the full Gorge and it was a blast. Got up to some good Class-IV rapids since the river was actually flowing quite nicely for that time of year. SO MUCH FUN. Even though my shoulder kind of hated me after. It came around for race day and that was all that mattered.
Anyway, so I raced Boulder 70.3. Then I took a few days off after thanks to being dead from being under-trained and from the absolute garbage air quality during the race. Ran a tiny bit and did try to go to the pool (but of course it was closed the day we tried to go pre-B's birthday trip).
Mid-month we went on vacation for B's birthday. We hit up Tucson first (where we hiked and walked - the desert was so green!) and then on to Vegas. Well, I ate some super sketchy salmon at a Cheesecake Factory in Tucson and it came back to haunt me. I was out of commission for a day. A whole bunch of Imodium later and I thought I was okay. I made it through the rest of the trip and got home ...
... and then it came back WITH A VENGEANCE. After four days (in which I'm pretty sure I slightly messed up my hamstrings from being on the toilet so much), I finally called my doctor and got on antibiotics. Clearly I wasn't really working out during this stretch. Then I didn't do much once I got on antibiotics since one of the potential side effects was loose tendons in the knees/ankles and both my doctor and the pharmacist were like, "don't run much kthx."
I've finally gotten back on track this week - five weeks until Memphis! - and so hopefully, September will be a lot better. Hopefully.
