Ever think you want to do something and then you realize you really don't?

Yesterday I accepted the fact that I never was excited about our planned Sunday rides; they had become a chore I had to do to get ready for DMD. They were always stressful. I had to do X number of miles or average this speed, keep my HR in this zone. All so I got myself ready for a ride that I knew would not be so much fun. Yeah, it would be really cool to say I had done it - 206 miles and 20,000 feet of climbing. But I know the last 70 miles would suck - the descent off Hamilton is no fun. Sierra Rd. is a b!tch to climb. Niles Canyon and Crow Canyon Rd would be scary in the dark with traffic. They're scary in the daylight! And did I really want to spend 20 hours or more on my bike?

I really knew something was wrong when it dawned on me that I was more excited about my running than my riding. When I was thinking that a full Ironman would be more fun to train for than DMD.

In my mind, training should not be a cause of mental stress. It's suppose to relieve that stress. I did an hour of plyometrics with Shawna last Wed. It was hard, but it was fun. That's the way training is suppose to be - not something that I dread.

Veronica