So, after complaining about the heat and how miserable it's been I received a wonderful reprieve on Saturday in the form of rain. A lot of rain. The plan was to ride 50 and run 10, and to do them both at race pace. The overcast morning didn't give me too much hope as I had seen the same thing the prior week. The sun eventually had burned off any cloud cover that we'd had. We'll this week the clouds stuck around. I started to get rained on a little around mile 16. It was intermittent and really wasn't an issue. I was alone and could stay in my aerobars while I kept my planned pace. At mile 21, the clouds started looking a bit ominous so I decided to turn around and see if I couldn't avoid the storm. Nope. It hit quickly and hard. The streets quickly flooded and as I made it through a small downtown area, the water came in too fast to be drained so I found myself riding through 4-5 inches of water. My feet were in the water at the bottom of each peddle stroke. Cars slowly rolled by with their mouths open in disbelief that someone could be so stupid to be riding in this mess. I was just glad that they saw me which was my biggest concern. Despite the heavy rains I came in just under my planned pace goal. Legs still felt good and the rain had slowed to a more gentle shower. That was a good thing because it was time to run.
I'm not sure if it was the cooler temps or the slower paced bike, but I had legs unlike I'd had in a while. I cruised along the streets running through puddle after puddle. Looking for swollen streams and runoff from driveways. The cool waters felt great on my feet which were pretty comfortable in my water squeegeeing K-Onas. They absolutely rocked.
I ended the 10 mile run almost as strong as when I started. It was the best run I've had in a while.
It's recovery week time. I'm sleeping in a little later and resting up. Life is good.
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