7/5/20: Missing training frustrates me. It’s one of the reasons I try to train early in the morning; it gets it out of the way, and I’m happier and more productive for the rest of the day. When I don’t train early in the morning, I end up obsessing about it the remainder of the day—always looking for an opening in the day for me to break away and run and ride. As the hours of the day tick, the potential of missing training only adds to my frustration. After a big training day on Saturday—and 4th of July spent next door at our neighbors eating and drinking way too many delicious things—Sunday got off to a slow start. So slow that I didn’t get any of my planned training done. In this case, it meant missing a fifty-minute recovery ride and a long run.
It was 9:30 pm before I stepped on the treadmill to begin my long run. I had played tennis with the boy earlier in the day, so I was okay missing my recovery ride, but I wanted to get the run done. Ten minutes into the run, with dinner still sloshing around in my stomach, I called it quits. It’s always easy to tell when the quality isn’t going to be there, and what’s the sense of training if it’s not helping you?