Last weekend was a confidence boosting weekend in Louisville, this past weekend was anything but....
I met up with the regular crew for our Sat ride. My training plan had me down for a 4-5 hour ride which to me means a 5 hour ride since I figure I'm on the slower side. I planed on doing 80 miles.
Just miles into the ride, I felt like crap and couldn't keep up with a single person. My head felt like it was going to explode and I felt dizzy. I'm not sure how long everyone was waiting for me at the BP but I rolled in slowly and was considering just riding back home. But I didn't. I wanted to see how I felt when I made it out to the T. River road was slow for me. I couldn't pedal faster than 13mph. I felt bad for holding up the group because I knew they would be waiting for me at the T, which they were. I let them ride and Jason and I stayed back as the tears started rolling down my checks. I was having a mini pity party for myself. I ate a waffle and had more water as I tried to decide what I wanted to do. I really didn't want to sandbag my last long ride. So after 5 minutes of crying, onto Poolesville we went. Once there, the rest of the group was waiting for us and I had a coke and a snickers bar and everything seemed to magically get better. The rest of the ride was just ok, but I survived. I think the thought of having a milk shake from Jetti's kept me pedaling.
But honestly, I think this was one of my worst rides of my life. I'm not sure what I am going to do if I feel like this come race day. I just hope I will not.
Last 2 hour run! Woot. Met up with my running group and did a decent pace in the humidity. I looked like I had jumped in the water when I was finished. Looking forward to the 10 mile run I have this weekend. Somehow this seems short now.
The rest of the day involved naps, Olympics, and an early dinner at Cava. I was going to swim, but my training plan said it was optional and yesterday I took that as I'm not swimming.
Happy Monday All :)