It's 9:30pm, and I've been laying in bed for a while now. To say I'm tired is an understatement. This was the first week of what I'll term the meat and potatoes of my workouts. Twenty plus hours of workouts for the week. And three more weeks of it to come.
But I know that hard work put in now, hours spent sweating in just the right zones, pushing just the right weights, training races, group rides, hot yoga and recovering will pay huge dividends later. I've found that if I just concentrate on attacking each effort, each rep, each pedal stroke, each posture, then the huge goals I have in mind are that much closer. Thankfully I am in a position in my life where I can pursue what I love. Other than walking my pooch and working my odd hour job, I have ample time and energy to devote to training. Spoiled? Absolutely. Grateful? You bet. Trade lives with anyone else? Never.
I wouldn't swap this eyes-half-masted feeling for anything. My entire body aches and other than my 5 hour team ride this morning, I didn't do anything today. I take that back: I did mounds of laundry, which was composed primarily of chamois. I also ate what seemed like mounds of food.
But oh what I'd give for a leg and shoulder rub.....