endowed_4_fun 41M
80 posts
7/6/2006 11:44 am

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7/6/2006 9:04 pm


Oh, the misery of triathlon training. The workouts are never ending. No chance to recover. Have a bad morning on the bike? Tough shit -- you've got to go swimming this evening. Have a good run? Who cares, you've got to wake up at 6 tomorrow and get back on your bike. Its relentless and unmerciful. Eight workouts per week, 20 straight weeks. The rhythm never ceases, you've got to keep up. Forget that your legs always feel like jello. They'll adapt -- eventually. Ignore sore ankles, stiff necks, aching knees -- you didn't expect to not have to sacrifice anything, did you?

And the food. Never stop eating. Need the energy for the next workout. But no sugars. No trans-fats. Always, always searching for anti-oxidants. Can't let the free radicals take over. And keep sucking down water. Being dehydrated in the Phoenix heat can be deadly -- never forget about the "incident" back in 2000.

But, then, there are those days. The days that keep you going for the next couple weeks. That have to keep you going. The ones where the fatigue just drips out of your legs and you leave it on the road behind. You aren't pushing, but your speed keeps climbing. That hill that had always seemed so brutal now seems to have flattened out. You see the next hill on the horizon and can't wait to get there. The road ahead could wind along endlessly and that would be just fine, thank you. These are the days -- no crowds, no cheering, no encouragement, just you and that beautiful, unending road. Yes, indeed, these are the days.

rm_wetfingeraz 53F
3012 posts
7/6/2006 4:44 pm

why don't you have a sports massage therapist?

endowed_4_fun replies on 7/6/2006 9:06 pm:
Are you volunteering?

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