Of course, as soon as I say that I love the weather during this time of year, we hit a rainy patch. This morning, I rolled my bike out of the garage, only to find that the temperature was relatively cold and the drizzle was coming down. After the momentary “should I ride?” thought, I was on my way.
60 degrees feels more like 40 degrees when you’re riding a bike. Add the rain to that, and I was downright freezing this morning. By the time I was as to the “out” on my “out-and-back” loop, it was pouring.
Strangely enough, though, I thoroughly enjoyed my ride this morning. I kept telling myself this was a “mental training” ride. I know at some point during my first Ironman, I will hit a wall. I will feel terrible, like I am under-trained and that I can’t keep going. I imagine it will either come later in the bike or during the run. When (and it is a when, not an if) it happens, I want to be able to look back at the tough times I had during training and recall the good and bad that I went through to get to that point in my race. Because that is what it will take to become an Ironman.
This morning is a moment that I can pick out of my memory bank when “that time” comes.
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Michelle got her cast off yesterday, which is good news. It was starting to fall apart because, like any other endurance athlete, she kept working out with it on. So she convinced the orthopedist to take it off two weeks early.
Thursday. One more day until the weekend.
60 degrees feels more like 40 degrees when you’re riding a bike. Add the rain to that, and I was downright freezing this morning. By the time I was as to the “out” on my “out-and-back” loop, it was pouring.
Strangely enough, though, I thoroughly enjoyed my ride this morning. I kept telling myself this was a “mental training” ride. I know at some point during my first Ironman, I will hit a wall. I will feel terrible, like I am under-trained and that I can’t keep going. I imagine it will either come later in the bike or during the run. When (and it is a when, not an if) it happens, I want to be able to look back at the tough times I had during training and recall the good and bad that I went through to get to that point in my race. Because that is what it will take to become an Ironman.
This morning is a moment that I can pick out of my memory bank when “that time” comes.
* * * *
Michelle got her cast off yesterday, which is good news. It was starting to fall apart because, like any other endurance athlete, she kept working out with it on. So she convinced the orthopedist to take it off two weeks early.
Thursday. One more day until the weekend.
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