However, every once in awhile, the weather goes astray. When this happens, it becomes the top story on the news and the headline of every paper: Weather Forecast is Changes!
First, it was cold. Maybe not cold compared to the rest of the country, but cold considering I do not own running pants and that I require a sweater for anything under 75 degrees.
If I don't own running pants, it's safe to say the kids do not own running pants so this put a damper on everyone's training. After suffering through multiple runs that left my hands so frozen it hurt to bend my fingers, like a fool, I decided to try riding my bike. Of course I do not own cold-weather cycling clothes, so I did my best to improvise with a hair band across my nose, fuzzy socks for leg warmers and non-fuzzy socks for arm warmers:
After the horrible cold spell, the rain clouds appeared. Rain in Arizona usually resembles the burst of a water balloon - immediately intense but a quickly empty sky . If it rains on a Saturday morning, you will be running or riding your bike by noon.
Except not last Saturday. It was raining heavily when I woke up around 7am. So, I waited. At 9am, I was surprised that it was still raining heavily. So, I waited some more. By noon, it was still raining! So, I surrendered to the sky and rescheduled my run for Sunday.
Sunday was also the big race day for the kids - but unfortunately, the rain clouds did not clear. The race was canceled.
One thing about a missed race, or even a bad race, is that there is always another race. The kids have an upcoming 300-yard dash. I remain unattached, but have a tentative 8 races planned for the next two months.
And so training continues.
After the cold front, and the rain, came the worst - the wind.
I try not to let the elements dissuade me so on Monday, I battled the wind on bike and tackled it on Tuesday for speedwork. The planned workout was 3 x 6 minutes @ 5K effort. After studying the wind during my warm up, I placed myself on the cross-cut canal, which by coincidence, was hit by a cross wind. My first 6 minutes were erroneously 5:10 (@ 6:07 pace). It felt good. My next 6 minutes (and 10 seconds) were at 5:59 pace. It felt good. My last six minutes were 5:10 again (the wind had picked up and I got tired) @ 6:07 pace again. Ended with 2:10 x 2 (@ 5:55 pace). So, 20:40 and 3.45 miles worth of "speed." Better than last week and my first sub-6 mile in many months.
I wish improving in the pool was as simple as improving on my feet. But I will save a whiny swim post for a rainy day.