I had a rest day scheduled today, but my husband convinced me I should move it to Saturday so I can attend at least one day of our son's swim meet this weekend. That means a three-hour workout today, a three hour and 40 minute workout tomorrow, two and a half hours on Friday, and then that swim meet. I guess I can do that, my dear. Just don't expect me to drive.
But hey, I'm a little excited about today's workout (she said before the exhaustion kicked in completely). I ran more than 9½ miles in an hour and 55 minutes, which is (I don't know, math, math, math) something like almost a 12-minute mile! For two hours! Then I got on my bike and was actually able to hold the suggested 75% heart rate for the suggested half-hour before starting to cool down. That has never happened before because my legs always pooped out. Could this signal the appearance of the fabled "biking legs" at last?