Saturday, June 2
This morning, I was going to do a brick workout. But then I woke up with the worst headache. I think it's because my dog was extra smelly and wreaked havoc on my allergies. Who knows, but I do know that I had a headache.
I woke up later than expected, and by the time I got out the door, I really only had time for one or the other. So I biked. I put on that damned helmet that I love so much, and took off down the road. I really don't like it. But I must, so I do.
Right at the mile mark, I got freaked out because I heard voices behind me. But then I realized that it must be the announcer at the near-by high school stadium. (I tend to get freaked out pretty easily) Then when I was going to round the corner, the voices came back. Only this time they were people, not a sports announcer. It was a four-pack of cyclist passing me up like I was standing still. One day, I'll be that fast. They were going to go back for another loop, so I turned the opposite direction to make my rounds to the front of the neighborhood.
I was speeding up a little at this point, but not fast by most standards. Then at mile 3, I saw this older gentleman that I always see riding. He had a riding partner with him today, and they were dressed in the same cycling suit...which was yellow and black. So they looked like bumble bees passing me by, and I had to smile in spite of myself.
Since I was only going to be biking, I had to step it up a notch. And also, I had realized that the time I posted that I had ridden 1/2 my tri distance, I was wrong. I thought I had ridden 5.5 miles, and it was only 4.5. This time I repeated my entire course, and I was cursing myself as I was doing it. My inside voice was all, "What the hell?" and I was all, "Shut up and just go!" and then the voice said, "You suck!" and I replied something that was not very nice. And I thought this is what it has come down to; I am shouting expletives at myself.
I was tired, and by the end of it, I was sighing out loud. And I had finished a seven mile ride with an average pace of 11 mph. Which is strange because when I was doing Spin classes, I would get up to 16 to 20 miles in an hour, and this pace was no where near that. I know it's different with the real bike and all and the wind was blowing against me, but I think it all comes down to even though I am pushing myself, I could push harder. But that's hard to do when I feel like I am pushing myself already.
The good news is my headache left. Unfortunately, it came back a few hours later along wtih a slight fever. And I was glad I had gotten my workout in already. Because then all I had to do was lay on the couch.