The meat of the tri season approaches, which in South Florida means heat, humidity, the occasional Marlins game, and the Key Biscayne Trilogy.
A Mainstay of races in the area, the Trilogy attracts a wide variety of participants from newbies to pros. All three races are sprint distances and appeal to everyone because they are, uh, short. That means, unless you're taking things a little too seriously, you don't train specifically for these races the way you would for an Olympic distance or greater.
You still prepare for it, but your training doesn't entirely revolve around it.
I got a taste of Clermont this past weekend (if you judge from the previous post, it also got a taste of me, ahem) and ate it up like a starved hyena that broke into a meat-processing facility.
I love Clermont. Nice people, (mostly) nice drivers, and most importantly HILLS. I was able to climb everything well in the tri bike and green lighted it for October's race. Our modest group of five didn't make it over to the Training Center, though. Bummer. Next time.
Training notes: Monday was a light swim. Yesterday was 10x3-minute deathervals on the bike yesterday morning. Yes, I'm calling them deathervals from now on because you're not doing them correctly if you don't want to die immediately after. Finished up with some video work in the pool last night. Light run this morning. 1 hour, 128bpm average. Sun rise. Easy on the lungs. Good stuff.
The rest of the week is going to be hard with Dryland tomorrow and a stacked weekend. I say bring it (cue deathmetal background noise). Finally, it feels like I'm back.
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