My friend Steve asked me what my resting heart rate was. I guessed it was in the high 40s, but didn't know for sure. So I strapped on my heart rate monitor. What I found was that my resting heart rate—the number it settled at after I sat down quietly for a couple of minutes—was 46. But of course, that's a one-time sample, and the whole exercise reminded me that for a long time I'd be thinking I should get in the habit of recording my heart rate each morning. By many accounts, that's a good way to check for overtraining and, more generally, to track the state of your body vis-à-vis training.
Later, the talk of heart rate inspired me to do today's ride on the trainer, down in the now radon-free basement. Using heart rate more extensively on the trainer was one of the many vows I made during the Six Months that I didn't do such a good job following through on. (Remember "Learning from Lon"?) In my defense, I will say that I always incorporated the broad concepts pretty well, and over time I think that has contributed to better, smarter training.
Anyway, today I rode for an hour determined to spike the ol' ticker for short periods. You can see what I did in the graph above. If it weren't two and a half weeks before IMCDA, I surely would have done three more sprints to make it 10, maybe even eight more to make it 15. But this is supposed to be a taper/recovery week, and anyway, it still felt like a good workout.
Later, I hit the pool. After three excellent 500s concentrating on form at a moderate-to-strong effort, a third guy jumped in our lane. Man, I hate swimming circle in a 25-yard pool. I was outta there.