I was actually a bit worried on Monday that maybe I'd pushed just a bit too far over the weekend and that it might take me quite a while to bounce back. When I went riding on Monday morning and saw that my HR would hardly even get up into the bottom of my aerobic zone, even while standing up and climbing a hill, I thought I just might be in some real trouble.
Of course I cut that ride short and soft pedaled home, which was absolutely the smartest thing to do on that day. Can't train a tired body. And you know what? I didn't even resist the rest this week. I know, weird, huh? I think in the past I have resisted rest b/c deep down I didn't feel I really needed it. But that's one of the many cool things about training by HR. There was no mistaking looking at that data and seeing that rest was in order. Of course rest in my world doesn't necessarily mean doing nothing, it just means backing off a bit on volume and intensity, which I did. And by Wednesday I felt pretty much back to normal. So now my HR is normal and I'm like Ok can we get back to training again?? Coach knew I would feel this way and told me that I was not allowed to bitch about a lighter load for a few days... so I'm not bitching. Just sayin'. I'm good to go. ;) Which is good, because I'm racing my first triathlon of 2011 on Sunday! I sorta wish it was a 1/2 Ironman or something, but it's not, it's a little local sprint... not sure what to expect of myself with this but I'm just gonna buck up and go as hard as I can the whole time and see what happens.
You know who else is resilient? Moana. Holy cow. Last night after her bath she put one of her dancing skirts on and was spinning around and around and around and got all dizzy and did a complete face plant right on the tile bathroom floor. Broke the fall with her forehead. I was completely sick to my stomach and looking at the HUGE goose egg that formed immediately I was thinking we needed to take her to the ER or something... but we put some ice on it right away and then within like 3 minutes she stopped crying and was acting completely normal. I was nervous about putting her to bed- got up and checked her breathing several times in the night... She seemed fine though- woke up her normal happy bubbly self. Amazing. Now of course she has this huge bump/bruise right on her forehead and I found myself trying to convince her daycare lady this morning that we do not abuse the poor little girl... I swear, had that happened to me, I don't think I would have bounced back so fast. Little kids are amazingly resilient.