After the exhausting Sunday bike ride of 80 miles we had Monday February 1 off (music to my ears). Unfortunately my bike was making weird noises during the pedaling stroke and I had to take it to the shop to see what was going on.
Long story short the bottom bracket was busted and thats why the bike was making noises. Not only that but to my surprise (and the sadness of my wallet), the rear derailleur was broken too... So that plus a wash (it has been raining a lot and Lightning was diiiiirty) and tune up... it basically killed my wallet haha
Triathlon is a great sport. But it is so expensive! Specially when you first start. All the gear that you need to get, the cost of training, the cost of racing, nutrition, bike maintenance.... it starts to pile up. After 6 years, I can say that most of the gear I need I have, so the cost falls under bike maintenance, cost of training (if you have a coach), the races you do, and maybe switching your running shoes every 6 months and nutrition (if you are doing long distance at least), are the constant cost that you will have, which still is a LOT.
So basically my whole week I was without a bike, since the bottom bracket piece only got to the shop on Friday. So the week was spent swimming and running. For a bit it was good I switched the focus on the swim since that's something I was derailing a bit. Since I'm still trying to figure out the double sessions days (meaning training in the the morning and evening), most of the times the evening for me gets more complicated with work and I still haven't figure a pool where I can call "home". So without a bike, I switch the focus back onto the swim.
On Saturday 6th I had a nice long run on the beach while the rest of the guys had a track workout. The plan was to jump onto the pool after, BUT the pool was closed (talking about pool problems in Miami) and on Sunday I had the long bike with a little run afterwards. The other guys are just animals on the bike and I'm trying my best to keep up with them most of the time. At the end my quads were on FIRE! and the little run after 75 miles on the bike served to remind me of the sensation of this insane bricks that are coming up. Yup, this is nothing compared to what it coming.
Oh boy, so sometimes I ask myself, why do I do this stuff? Another week down and 14 to go!