Wednesday, December 15, 2010
You Better Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself
The crash was inevitable. Not able to sleep, sick to my stomach, stuttering, shaking like a frightened chihuahua in a thunderstorm, frustrated and crying at the drop of a hat. All my muscles felt like they had stilettos stuck in them. Every object I picked up got dropped at least twice. I had pushed myself into a flareup.
The holidays hit with all of the extra cleaning, decorating, cooking, baking, visiting, and shopping. I had set my sights on doing my first 100 mile test ride in early February and started to ramp up my training schedule the first week of December. For a normal, healthy adult that would be a lot. For someone like me with my fabulous gift basket of physical dysfunction, it was the perfect storm.
We did a 40 mile ride up by Usery Pass which is a lot of hill climbing on Saturday and climbed that big red hill on the profile twice. I came home and I cranked out five different batches of cookie dough and cleaned up the kitchen. Sunday I spent the day baking cookies with a friend. By Monday evening I was a wreck. Dave came home and found me freaking out and crying over the computer because I couldn't figure out how to re size some photos for printing.
So Tuesday I had to do some soul searching. The superhero cape needed to be folded neatly and put in the drawer for a little while so I can get stronger. I am still planning to do that 100+ mile ride for Beads of Courage and the kids but at a slower pace. I'd like to get to that 100 mile marker by my 50th birthday this summer.
So stick with me, I'm downshifting a little but still training and posting. This is just a little bump in the road!