I managed a decent night of sleep last night and didn't wake up ill for a third straight morning. There's still sort of a heavy feeling in my stomach. It's just going to take a while for my body's "good" bacteria to re-establish themselves and make me feel right again. In the meantime, I'm walking that razor's edge between doing some good training and giving myself the rest I need.
Today I paddled for 80 minutes in the harbor, and did what we would have called some "pace work" back in my high school running days. I did eight pieces of three minutes on, three minutes off, targeting the pace I hope to maintain in my next race, a 22-miler on the Mississippi down at Vicksburg next Saturday. My stroke felt good, my muscles felt ready to go, and my energy level held up long enough.
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