Tomorrow I signed up for the Total200(k). I actually signed up for this BEFORE the 200k last weekend, because I knew I would be tired and less likely to commit after the Diabolical Double, but also because a supported ride was attractive.
And now, yes, we've all heard (and can feel) how hot it is this weekend. I'm actually sort of glad I am committed to this ride, for a few reasons: Easy water refills/nutrition every ~25 miles and also forced stops every ~25 miles (makes it MUCH easier to take in 2+ bottles of fluids an hour). But mostly bc I am starting to major feel the fatigue of my recent volume and I'm not sure this distance (or anywhere close) would happen alone. I know all of this in my head.
HOWEVER, my body keeps reminding me what I put it through last weekend (and before, and after). Monday was a total rest day and I got an amazing 90 minute massage. Tuesday I was all like 'Wow, I can't believe how well my body is handling the volume, this is GREAT'. Wednesday I did 400 repeats off an IM paced TT and I felt great, except sitting on my bike saddle wasn't the most pleasant experience. Thursday morning I plodded along my super easy long run in surprisingly comfortable weather. Then last night I had a great outdoor recovery swim in the sun.
Enter Thursday, 9pm. I felt like I got hit by a bus. A huge, double decker bus filled with people traveling at 40mph. And I felt even worse this morning when I woke up. Lots of water and stretching is helping, but I am starting to DREAD tomorrow. I know the fatigue is my body absorbing the efforts and will be stronger in the end...but right now, the thought of waking up before 5am to sit on my saddle for 125 miles sounds like just about the worst thing ever. Just being honest.
I also have a list a mile long of things I should/need to get done before heading off to the beach tomorrow night. But what is more likely this afternoon is I will go straight home, fail miserably at my trainer ride, make (order?) pizza, eat the entire thing, and finally finish the 50 Shades of Grey books. Then curse myself at 4:45 tomorrow morning when I don't have any chamois cream.
And finally, a picture that speaks a thousand words. I thought I was SO happy when I finished the DD last weekend. I remember being So happy and So proud and YAY all smiles. Ummmm, maybe not so much. I swear I at least TRIED to smile!?
And now, yes, we've all heard (and can feel) how hot it is this weekend. I'm actually sort of glad I am committed to this ride, for a few reasons: Easy water refills/nutrition every ~25 miles and also forced stops every ~25 miles (makes it MUCH easier to take in 2+ bottles of fluids an hour). But mostly bc I am starting to major feel the fatigue of my recent volume and I'm not sure this distance (or anywhere close) would happen alone. I know all of this in my head.
HOWEVER, my body keeps reminding me what I put it through last weekend (and before, and after). Monday was a total rest day and I got an amazing 90 minute massage. Tuesday I was all like 'Wow, I can't believe how well my body is handling the volume, this is GREAT'. Wednesday I did 400 repeats off an IM paced TT and I felt great, except sitting on my bike saddle wasn't the most pleasant experience. Thursday morning I plodded along my super easy long run in surprisingly comfortable weather. Then last night I had a great outdoor recovery swim in the sun.
Enter Thursday, 9pm. I felt like I got hit by a bus. A huge, double decker bus filled with people traveling at 40mph. And I felt even worse this morning when I woke up. Lots of water and stretching is helping, but I am starting to DREAD tomorrow. I know the fatigue is my body absorbing the efforts and will be stronger in the end...but right now, the thought of waking up before 5am to sit on my saddle for 125 miles sounds like just about the worst thing ever. Just being honest.
I also have a list a mile long of things I should/need to get done before heading off to the beach tomorrow night. But what is more likely this afternoon is I will go straight home, fail miserably at my trainer ride, make (order?) pizza, eat the entire thing, and finally finish the 50 Shades of Grey books. Then curse myself at 4:45 tomorrow morning when I don't have any chamois cream.
And finally, a picture that speaks a thousand words. I thought I was SO happy when I finished the DD last weekend. I remember being So happy and So proud and YAY all smiles. Ummmm, maybe not so much. I swear I at least TRIED to smile!?
Don't DREAD the ride. Ha. I keep telling myself the same thing!
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I felt like I'd been put through the wringer last week after the Diabolical Double and then my run the day after. I've never been more grateful for 2 days off in a row in my life! Just think, a month from now, you will be well on your way to taper-town!
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