This weekend was fun filled with little training treats. I prepped myself as I knew what I was in for so Friday night took a bath and soaked my leg to soften up my leg wound mondo scab, then proceeded to scrape it off. It’s something awful looking but oh well.
Saturday, Jennifer and I were up and at em early, to try to avoid any heat issues. We planned to head out to the American Tobacco Trail and meet Alan for a little run. Quite strangely, we arrived on time!
She was running a longer distance so took off while I waited for Alan to show so we could run our own 10 miles. At first I thought that he would stand me up, but I know Alan likes to be hardcore and he soon appeared in the parking lot and got situated.
I decided to rock the Fuelbelt and just carried 2 8oz bottles one with water and one with Accelerade. Also, I decided to trot in my Zensah calf sleeves to aid in some recovery.
The trees on the ATT create a nice canopy from the sun and the run is pretty much a straight shot with some longer slight inclines.
We kicked off with some good speed around 8:30-ish and I studied Alan as he ran and it never failed- every time some hottie runner would be coming the other way, he’d buck up and his pace would increase…lol! I totally called him out too… We soon tapered the pace to a steady 9:30 avg and hit the 5 mile point. I popped a gel and swigged 4 oz of each drink and we began out return.
Alan began to dwindle, he was saying that was having leg/energy issues. So we began to walk 30s and run a mile. the last 3 miles i said we’d run 2 in recovery pace and race pace the last mile. I was actually feeling good…I kicked in something incredible and saw just give up and tried to walk. I stopped and made him run again. we finished strong in a 1hr 35min.
Enter Sunday- The Nuclear 1 Mile Swim at Harris Lake.
We all planned to do the swim (sans J) and were going to ride 60 after. Well, the swim was as expected. I hadn’t swam in 2 weeks due to my leg injury and I knew I was in for a whooping. Plus this lake has some nasty ass seaweed issue- think kelp forest in the water. I cruised the 1st half in typical Scottie fashion, making my way from middle to back of the middle pack. Also sighting again was an issue and I was zig zagging all over. I rounded the 1st turnaround buoy and completely turned way too sharp and was headed back not knowing until last minute that I left one buoy- so I had to once again correct my angles and make up for it. I finished up with a 0:42 which is my fastest mile yet…woot!
We then hitched a ride with Carol to our cars and clown-cared ourselves into her TUV (triathlete utility vehicle).
We geared up and began our ride- we were 5 riders strong. Alan incorporated the Duke Half route into our ride. Too bad it all started in some ginormous hill climbs…not cool Alan
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After 1 bridge out detour debacle, we finally got our asses in gear and settled in for some nice riding. The course was rollers with some fast downs and a couple steep ups.

It began to flatten as we found our way to Jordan Lake…that’s when things turned sour. We were on Ferrington, a nice long flat stretch and I got a leg cramp which slowed me down…I shook it out and thought nothing of it. Soon enough, I saw the group pulling away- fast…I was peddling but it was as if I was in the mud. I had officially bonked on mile 47. I was dead…I popped my reserve GU and hoped for the best I went from a 21-23 mph pace to a 16mph pace. My friend Brian joined me in the bonk category. I shortly gained back my energy and began to take off again giving chase to the group. I looked back and Brian looked dead. I decided to hang back and coach him through to the end. (It was his longest bike distance to date). We finally rolled back into the park holding a solid14mph pace. Game over.
Lesson learned: Actually practice your nutrition plan on long rides!!!!



















