One hour, walk/run intervals in a pattern of 3:00/2:00 for a total of 24 minutes of running.
No word from my tendons, during, after, or today. No news is good news.
But my quads are sore. I can't believe it. I've been walking down mountains carrying a 30-pound backpack for 3 months.... I thought I had quads like the gods'. Twenty-four minutes of intermittent running, over very gentle rolls with downhills rarely coinciding with the run segments, made them sore.
Either I'm losing it or it continues to demonstrate, as I've discovered already, that these triathlon sports are not to be equated with hiking. I can't just jump into it as I thought I'd be able to. I have the endurance, and aerobically I'm fine on heavy-duty bike climbs, but my legs.... well, it's not the same. I thought I'd be able easily to knock off 2 or 3 hours of training a day.
Oh, well.... who *needs* 2 or 3 hours a day? It's not like I'm getting paid for this.
I just want to kill the Westernport Wall. Or at least put it out of its misery.
And then continue to ride the remaining 7 miles of Big Savage Mountain with something resembling aplomb.
Go on. Check the links. I dare ya. Well, no, actually I really want you to. This is one hell of a triathlon. I hope I'm up to it.