I had an option to make up the missed bike time from Tuesday. I didn't have to, but if I felt up to it and had the time it would have been a solid choice. But at 6:15 p.m. as I walked to the subway, I decided to book a massage instead and was on the table by 6:30 for 80 painful but 0h-so-necessary minutes. A great alternative to 90 minutes on the bike in my opinion.
Massage is the ultimate indicator of just how beat up you are. My back felt fine, for example, but there were some unbelievable surprises lurking. I have never been so tight before, and my back is usually a mess. I asked for extra time on my feet and calves in hopes of alleviating some of my plantar fascia discomfort. While it was mostly painful, there were moments I've never been more relaxed. I really needed it so it turned out to be the best choice.
I did a short, speed focused swim this morning. Attempting to be fast in the water is so unnatural to me and is always a huge challenge. And sadly my "fast" is another person's warm up. I started out feeling somewhat energetic but lost a second or two on each set as I progressed. No big deal. It felt good to do something besides enormous distance for once.
I ran out of time today for all the things I wanted and needed to do. I am about two hours past my target bed time, but such is life. I'm squeezing in a medium ride early in the morning followed by a short, easy run, then I'm driving up to Saratoga for the weekend where I'll do my longest brick ever and the final big workout in my Ironman training.
Distance - 2,000 yards
Time - 36:21