This makes two weeks in a row without scheduled after-hours work commitments. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.
In case you somehow missed the excessive marketing, Tuesday was Valentine’s Day. The humor in my having lunch with a male friend that day was apparently not lost on his wife, who told him to “enjoy your date.” Keith always enjoys District Taco, so I think he did. Ironically, I had to pass on a free taco bar at the office in order to pay for tacos out, but I enjoyed it all the same.
The evening was similarly low-key. When presented earlier with the choice of squeezing into a busy restaurant or getting delivery, The Missus didn’t even have to think. Thus…Pizza Hut, complete with wings and her beloved breadsticks. Happy wife → Happy life.
On Friday, we traveled back to PA again to visit family. In the interest of leaving at a reasonable hour, we decided to forego cooking for the second time this week. The Missus has been seeking a decent cheesesteak close to home since we moved to Virginia over a year ago. It recently came to my attention that there is a Jersey Mike’s in Merrifield, just ten minutes from home, and I found a half-off coupon. Fate. Oh, and the cheesesteaks are legit!
Saturday night was something of a modified family dinner out. My mom and I joined forces with The Missus and Little Sis for dinner at my buddy’s BBQ joint, The Lucky Well. After a delightful meal, we made our way to Lansdale for my cousin’s art show. She and other local artists were doing exhibiting the Art-a-Day pieces, wherein each artist was supposed to make one piece per day for the month of January. In reality, some of them had far fewer than 31 pieces, while others included works previously completed. In my opinion, my cousin’s stuff was the best there. The Missus liked it enough that she bought one piece.
As you might remember, last week’s attempt at mile repeats left me humbled. Not so this week. I knocked out five efforts at ~6:30/mi and came away feeling rosy.
Success continued into Wednesday when I once again hit legs. Whereas last week I couldn’t even get out a single rep at 275, this time I did four! Inspired and encouraged, I loaded another 10 pounds onto the bar. Squat low! Push! Promptly set the weight down on the safety bars! A bit too ambitious, I guess
I again expected the hard leg session to leave me drained for my tempo ride. Again I was pleasantly surprised. TrainingPeaks has been pegging my FTP at around 295 watts for a while, but I’m reluctant to commit and adjust to any major improvements. This workout (45 minutes at max effort) confirmed the data. It also left me feeling pretty hobbled.
With a late-ish breakfast meeting in Tysons on Friday, I got to sleep in a bit. I gleefully shut off my 05:00 alarm and waited for The Missus to arise at 06:30. Though still sore from the previous day, I was too fidgety to sit around all morning, so I went for a short, lazy jog. In retrospect, I think it did neither harm nor good.
Saturday further cemented the progress I’ve made on the bike. A full hour at max effort led to another new FTP measure: 304 Watts. That’s a record for me, though probably not in terms of power to weight. Still, I’ll enjoy it while I can.
Sunday’s weather was beautiful: 65º F, calm, and sunny. Under no circumstances could I justify running inside. So off to the path I went, prepared for a long, easy effort. Unfortunately, the only thing I would enjoy about this run was the weather.
A few minutes in, the little thing on my Fenix 3 that tells me my form said “-11, Deficient.” A bit further in, I was in total agreement. It seemed the week’s hard efforts had finally caught up with me. Still, I wanted to enjoy the day, so I resolved to plod along at a moderate heart rate until I could no longer.
It really was a gorgeous day. I tried to focus on that. Still, at various points throughout the run, I stopped and wondered why I was doing this. How long would it take to walk the remaining five miles home? Would one of these nice strangers give me a ride to my car? Would it be wrong to steal that little girl’s bicycle? And would I even be able to ride it? Ultimately, I decided to just keep plodding until I had about a mile left, at which point I preferred to run all out and get the damn thing over with.
But it was still a nice day, so I then went to the track and recorded some stupid running videos. I’m not right in the head.
5 × 1 mi @ 10k pace
1:05 | 8.35 mi
0:50 | 13.8 mi
0:45 @ 301 W
1:05 | 279 W
0:32 | 3.59 mi
1:00 @ 312 W
1:20 | 294 W
|Strolling in the park
(does that count?)
|Sun|| Long & Ugly
2:08 | 14.50 mi