Some words sound just like what they are. I know there's a grammar term for that, but I don't feel like looking it up. Ironic statement to follow. Sluggish is one of those words. If I were an alien from another planet trying to decipher what sluggish meant, I'd think it means to slug through something. To struggle. Over-exaggerate. Over-work. Or, pop a slug in me, because I'm just about finished.
Any of those terms or phrases would describe my brick workout today. Whether it was the earlier start (7 a.m.) the semi-cold, dewy morning or just plain fatigue, my legs felt stiff and heavy on the bike. My brief six-mile time trial portion of the 45-minute spin was close to pathetic, with an average of around 17.5 mph that spanned nearly 21 minutes of pedaling. Granted, there was more traffic (and therefore slowdowns) than usual. But c'mon! Really? Gah.
I quickly transitioned to a 30-minute run, which felt closer to 30 years. Maybe today would have been a good day for music to fire me up a bit. Honestly though, I don't know if it would have made a difference. On the positive side, I ran my old jogging route that was my stand-by for all of last year and completed the loop with a much lower heart-rate while maintaining a similar if not greater speed. So I had that going for me, which was nice.
Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was fighting with myself. Almost dragging myself around town, whether it was on the bike or my own two feet. I can't help but wonder if this is the dreaded "over-training" wall people keep telling me about. Or, maybe it's just a cold, considering I've been fighting an illness for about a week now without really telling anyone.
Don't worry, mom, it's nothing. I'm warm, well-fed, and yes, I'm wearing a sweater.
Anyway, no west for the weary. Tomorrow I have a swimming time-trial, which I'm mentally looking forward to. Physically, I hope I can answer the call. Following the swim, I'll quickly be transitioning to a 45-minute run featuring five, three-minute hard interval runs in zones 4 and 5a. That's up to 168 bpm, baby. I hope I can sustain that rate. Fortunately, my buddy Dustin will be joining me in Calabasas bright and early.
Well, what I really hope is that I sleep in or through my workout. That I wake up late, saunter to Jinky's for a massive breakfast, and that I don't do anymore training the rest of the week. Nah, make that the rest of the month!
But I won't give in to that kind of sentiment. That's not my m.o.
Besides, I don't do sluggish.
272 days and counting.