I really feel like I need a break. I”m tired. Fatigued. Pooped. Burnt. Blah. Sigh. And it’s not like I’m killing myself. I run 3-4 times a week. Bike a couple times a week. Swim 3-4 times. Usually take one day off. But I feel like a lump.
We did 1000s on the track today. When my alarm went off I didn’t want to get up. While I was getting ready to leave I didn’t want to go. As I was driving to Barton Springs (I run from there to the workout so I can swim afterwards) I just wanted to go home. Why do I do this? I’m just a guy. I’m no great athlete. I have nothing to prove, nothing to win, nothing to lose. For nearly 2 years it’s been the same thing. Workout. Watch what you eat. Workout some more. I like to eat. I like to sleep. I really like being lazy. Ask my wife. I have other things I want to do. This. Sucks.
But it doesn’t. Suck I mean. Not usually. I like the “new” me for the most part. I like not being fat. I love the Gazelles. I love fartleking on a cold morning, mile repeating on a muggy morning, biking almost anytime. I even enjoy swimming now and then. I have more energy for my kids, my job, my whatever.
So it’s probably just a phase. A phase where my body, especially my legs, is/are so fatigued, they’re screaming for rest. But I’m afraid if I rest, I’ll lose it all. I’ll revert overnight to the 240lb, tired looking, tired acting, tired feeling, all-the-time-tired fat guy. So it’s never enough. And so this morning I did the 1000 meter repeats on the Austin High Track.
Five repeats. Alex, Brandy, Jorge, D. Sing, myself. 3:52, 3:49, 3:49, 3:45, 3:46. I thought the fourth might be the last, so I tried to keep stride with Brandy, but faltered the last 100m. I had to really gut it out on the fifth one. Alex and Jorge left me in their soupy, humid dust. Finished with three 200meter strides, working on form. Form. That’s just guesswork. High knee? Butt kick? Pump arms? Lean forward? What?
I think I’m going to take about 4 days off. We’ll see if I’m capable. Whatever. I’ve got a lot to be thankful for either way.
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