A Giant's Foray

Really, really angry; while walking down the stairs in preparation for my run tonight, I missed a step, and came dangerously close to breaking my ankle. I'm out until at least tomorrow, probably Tuesday. Can't get a single solid week of training in to save my life. 

Not much to say. Did 80 minutes on the Dreadmill; don't trust its accuracy. It said I did 10.8 miles, but I know it overshoots. Had it at 1.0 incline, 8.0-8.3 speed (depending on how I felt at any given time). 

Basic lake run, not too bad. 7:55 pace.

Something is seriously wrong. My legs felt like they fell apart. I get home and my right ankle is swollen, and shins on both tight, etc. I need to take a week off, which is terrible... BQ at Newport is pretty much out the window, after the last month of terrible training, but I need to put everything in perspective. This is a hard sport, and a process; I can aim for intermediary goals and get much faster in the long run without ruining myself in the short term.

First effort at cross-training, which I'm going to do for at least a week. Went back to my torture device of choice for the last five years: the ergometer (rowing machine). Did 60 minutes at a relatively easy pace, went 15642 meters, ~1:55 clip. Not bad, wasn't really tired at the end at all, unfortunately, just sore, as I haven't used some of these muscles in awhile. Going to try some P90x plyometrics as well tonight. I'm over the little mental hissyfit I had yesterday... I need to be thankful for what I have and take the long view with everything.