This week of training, while not particularly hard, left me slightly gasping for the finish. Maybe it's the long weekend. Maybe it was waking up before 6:30 a.m. three out five weekdays. Or that Trudy and Bam-Bam are back to wreak havoc on Stephanie's and my sleeping patterns. The more I think about it, I'm probably just a bit more tired than usual because of the mere 12 hours separating the track and swim workouts from this morning's 1.5-hour bike ride at Griffith Park. I didn't really push it, but by the end of this morning's ride my legs were definitely glad it was time to call it quits.
I'm scheduled for some yoga now, which I'm going to our work gym to complete. That'll probably restore and refresh me. Tomorrow, I have an off-day as Steph and I are back on the wedding venue scouting trail. Ojai and Los Olivos are on the docket.
I'm looking for some highlights or superlatives to describe today's workout. Not much comes to mind at all. It was one of those rides where you find yourself looking at your watch more for a countdown to finishing as much to see how fast you're going or where your heart rate stands. I know my calf compression sleeves came in handy and reduced what felt like sore and stiff legs when I woke up this morning.
What can I say...some workouts are just more enjoyable than others. Then again, it was gorgeous out, without a cloud in the sky. And in a few years, it will be a real privilege to be able to fit in a pre-work bike ride. So I file this one away to, Don't Take It For Granted!
139 days and counting.