This Is Bullshit!

That is what I yelled into the wind yesterday at the end of my 8-mile run when I was literally not making any forward progress. It was awesome.

On the up side, it was at the end of my first unofficial brick workout! I mounted my stationary bike trainer and rode for just over 30 minutes. This is the first real time I had spent on the bike since my little spill, and it was reassuring to know that I had almost no chance of falling off in comfort of my basement. Having said that, I thought it was a nice opportunity to get reacquainted with my Scattante and newly acquainted with my new saddle. I have been watching Ironman reruns on Universal Sports, and I have been trying to take a look at how different people have their water bottles mounted and how they adjust their balance when drinking. This seems rudimentary, but I am a newbie by all counts on the bike, so any information is valuable information. When my 30 minutes were up, I hopped off, ran up the basement steps, changed into my running shorts and shoes, and headed out the door.

This was my first true sense of how a bike-to-run transition might feel. Even with a short ride and run, I figure the more I get used to that sensation, the better. All in all, I felt slightly awkward for the first half mile or so, but then I hit my stride, and rather enjoyed my run...until the 45-55 mph wind gusts were in my face. I am not kidding in the slightest when I say that I was, at points, making no forward progress. It was awesome, but I will just count it as resistance training. I can't really complain though, because after a period of about 10 days, the sun was actually shining. I will take what I can get on the weather front...it will be thirty degrees and raining/snowing in no time.