The Funk

I am a good sport.  I have a good attitude.  But I have to tell you, after Sunday, Sept 14th, I was in a major funk.  I was so defeated after sucking at Malibu the day before and that Sunday, it was close to 100 degrees and I was biking 60 miles and to be honest, I was OVER IT.

I kept thinking, why was I doing this to myself.  All these other bikers were passing me on the PCH. I couldn't a good rhythm going .. I was done.

I finished my ride. Watched a little football and called Marc and Adrian.  I was not in tears or anything.  I was just hitting a wall and needed to be talked out of it.  I knew I would be fine and that I would snap out of it, but I think I just needed someone else to tell me.

I am training for an IRONMAN.  It is not easy.  those people that were passing me on the PCH probably had been riding for years or just started where I was at mile 50.  Reminded me that I am training my own race and that this is my first IRONMAN and that I am doing a great job.  Even with injuries, I am still doing well.

it was exactly what I needed to hear to get me back into it.

Thanks boys!