Yesterday I got on the bike and trainer to punch out a couple of hours with the boys of the Speed Lab and I quickly realized something was wrong. I couldn't bring myself to push past 140 watts. My throat was a little sore but I blew it off and kept riding. Mistake. One hour and forty minutes later I got off the bike and wondered why I'd even rode. I was getting sick, I knew it. I must be run down from all the recent change, etc. This can be stressful on you I guess. So I did not run afterward. I really wanted to run with Dave after as he is training for Lake Placid and I've been trying to do some of his longer stuff with him to help get him through it - AND because I like long workouts. Today I woke up planning to race the Irish Rover 5k. I was looking forward to giving Steve Tenney and Jeff Small a face full. Not today. Full blown sore throat and getting worse. Neat. These guys are going to think I'm ducking them. Nah, they know me better than that. This whole "race day sickness" thing is getting tiresome though, what a beautiful day out there and I can't race. Bummer. I suppose I could race, but that would be irresponsible. I will root for my friends instead and appreciate the times I CAN race all the more!
So, my words of wisdom for this post? Nothing is forever, enjoy what you are doing while you are doing it because it can be gone in an instant. Embrace change, put yourself out there, you cannot possibly predict the good things that can happen by having the courage to step out on the ledge and see what lies beyond. Put in 100% (or more) everyday, you never know who might be watching you.
Grip it n' Rip It.