I'm glad I waited a tiny bit before writing my blog. I was so angry when I got off the bike.
Had I not waited, the blog would have gone something like: "Fuck this."
But I did wait. So I'll try to be a little more tactful.
Not a good ride, which is odd considering that I felt good about starting the ride. I was tired, so I took a 30 minute nap and woke up feeling refreshed. Got on the bike and started my ride feeling pretty good, but within minutes I felt crappy, tired, hot, sore, numb and slow. And it just went downhill from there.
I got a new saddle for my birthday. Not sure whether that contributed to any of the aforementioned issues, I was feeling too out of sorts to gauge where the problems were originating. I got to the 54 minute mark and felt like such a piece of shit that I didn't want to continue. I cried when Troy told us to stand and I couldn't do it. I tried to reason with myself, after all, I had blocked out the time (finally) to do the ride, so I didn't have other obligations. I had fed myself. I had a really good workout week so far. I only had an hour left. Then the beat down came... I shouldn't be tired, I shouldn't be so dysfunctional, I should be faster than this. I should be spinning harder. My heart rate is crap. I'm only going 15mph. Why do my knees hurt when I stand?! Why are my feet numb? What the hell is going on with my muscles?
Fuck this.
I stopped. Mid-workout. I made it to one hour and then, like a piece of shit, lame, no good, wannabe, I stopped.
Bah.
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