The thing about training, and/or life, is you have to keep picking yourself up off the ground. I spent most of Sunday doing just that.
Saturday’s ride hit me hard. It was 50 miles I wasn’t ready for. The aftermath proved I wasn’t hydrated and my body was simply fatigued. I really believe I could knock out 50 miles in my sleep, but how I felt the day after put a ton of doubt in my head.
“You’ve got to get yourself together, you got stuck in a moment and you can’t get out of it.” – U2
My training schedule called for another long ride yesterday, but I just couldn’t get myself out of Saturday. I love my bike, but yesterday we were in a fight. I spent the morning sorting through my head with writing, then the afternoon doing yard work. I was moving, just not fast. I was hoping the energy for a ride would materialize, but it never did.
Even this morning I was a bit lethargic. Nothing gives you doubt like sore legs and low energy. But I got back to my plan. Hydration, nutrition, seize the day. I have two workouts ahead of me for this Monday, a swim and a run, and soon hit the pool with a renewed attitude. Time heals. So do perfectly timed posts, like this one by my coach.