I think everyone has to have at least one session when you think the world is going to cave it - I think it's like food for the soul on race day and you feel really crap and you think back to THAT session when you just felt rotten.
Well Saturday was it for me.
From the time we left I just KNEW this was going to be a tough day and it got tougher. I couldn't keep up with the group from about the third kilometer and I got horribly dropped. Anyway, decided to just stick it out and see what happens.
What happened was that it got worse hahaha, but I stuck it out - going a little shorter than what I intended, but it was a choice of either shorter or bailing and I do NOT quit.
Thinking of it now, even feeling bad and tailing after the main pack on Saturday, I was still moving at a respectable pace (I'd like to think....)
I basically crashed for the rest of Saturday, I almost felt like I was getting sick, and to be honest I was a bit worried about Sunday's session if I felt that bad. Anyway, Sunday rolled around and I must admit I had totally wooden legs and was very tired, but didn't have that feeling like saturday where there is not NOTHING inside.
Did a decent bike - the roads were PACKED with guys training for the Argus - and a solid run.
Was a good group of people to do it with as well, so am very happy that I made the weekend intact :)
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