Actual conversation I had in my head while riding up an 8% grade with 25 mph side wind:
[Huff! Huff! Damn this hill sucks! Huff! Huff! Don’t worry, there’s a reward at the end of the circle. Huff! Huff!
Um! Wait! What did 'I' just say! ...End of the circle! What the hell does that mean? There is no end to a circle!
There is no reward is there!
What happened to my support team? I'm supposed to have a cheerleader with me not a naysayer. I’m looking for encouragement not a koan! If I want peace and enlightenment, I’ll meditate at home!]
And then...the crank fell off my bike. The CRANK! What the hell is that!
It happened to Water Buffalo and now it’s happened to me.
End of workout!
The last week was success and a flop all at the same time:
I took two days off at the beginning of the week (although I did get in a nice hike [Cross training right?]), so I felt like I didn’t do anything the entire week.
Monday: Off (Hike)
Wednesday: Run 4mi; Weights
Thursday: Swim 850 yards
Friday: Swim 300 yards
Saturday: Run 7.64 mi; Bike 11.88 mi
Sunday: Bike 8.47 mi
I had planned on doing a big swim on Sunday, but the Crank incident ruined my mood. I’ll make it up this week.