Four months since my last post. It seems I found myself saying the same thing and just got bored with myself. I can imagine how the readers felt. But, here I am on January 5, 2019 talking about ironman training once more. What's to say? It is going well, physically. I am not injured and a lot of the larger workouts have been done. But, many have not and I am concerned that I just don't have it anymore; that I can't grind it out like I once did I look at the hard, long training and think, do I really think I can do this?
I guess self doubts are the villains of any project, purpose, or goal. If that is true, it at least proves that I am partially normal. Tonight I writes while in sweaty shirt from a trainer ride. Lots of trainer rides. Just got a wild hair to post on my blog. Who knows, training delirium, I suppose. The last post talks of rain, rain, rain. That was in September and since then what have we had: rain, rain, rain; the wettest year ever here. I have ran on slick and mushy trails at a safe pace that can barely be called movement. Riding outside is so limited that I go for weeks now without an outdoor ride.
It won't rain always, they say. But they- whoever they is - say a lot of things that - as they say - ain't necessarily so.
