Well its been a pretty good week/long weekend. I discovered that I am capable of drinking two beers, (followed by a liter of water) staying up past midnight, and getting up at 5 AM for a 12 mile run (and feel great doing it). I am not capable of drinking about twice that amount the following night, getting 5 hours of sleep and then getting up for a 6 AM bike ride. Choosing sleep in that situation will probably always happen. Funny how my definition of a crazy night out has changed since college, or even in the past couple months.
I'm still working on finding a healthy balance between guilt as motivation and guilt as pushing myself too hard. I meant to do a long bike ride on Monday morning, but hitting the snooze button a few times meant I didn't have time before I met one of my friends to play tennis. I meant to do it later in the day, but it looked stormy and I hadn't started studying for my first test yet, so it didn't happen then either. I meant to ride my bike to lab this morning, but after swimming for 75 minutes and doing abs, the bus looked really appealing. I don't necessarily feel lazy, because I'm doing plenty of other things. I think I'm scared of getting hit by a car, or falling over again or just struggling in general with the details of riding. The only place I feel motivated to ride is a flat, multi-use trail in North Salt Lake. Its good for getting used to being in the aero position, and I don't have to worry about cars or stop lights. But its a 25 minute drive away, so it tends to get pushed aside first. So I guess I feel guilty for not getting over my fear of riding near my house. As one of the friends put it, I "need to just nut up and ride up Emigration Canyon." So maybe that will be my goal for after my first open-water tri (this weekend!): get comfortable on the roads that are near me, so I have fewer excuses for skipping rides.
I'm still working on finding a healthy balance between guilt as motivation and guilt as pushing myself too hard. I meant to do a long bike ride on Monday morning, but hitting the snooze button a few times meant I didn't have time before I met one of my friends to play tennis. I meant to do it later in the day, but it looked stormy and I hadn't started studying for my first test yet, so it didn't happen then either. I meant to ride my bike to lab this morning, but after swimming for 75 minutes and doing abs, the bus looked really appealing. I don't necessarily feel lazy, because I'm doing plenty of other things. I think I'm scared of getting hit by a car, or falling over again or just struggling in general with the details of riding. The only place I feel motivated to ride is a flat, multi-use trail in North Salt Lake. Its good for getting used to being in the aero position, and I don't have to worry about cars or stop lights. But its a 25 minute drive away, so it tends to get pushed aside first. So I guess I feel guilty for not getting over my fear of riding near my house. As one of the friends put it, I "need to just nut up and ride up Emigration Canyon." So maybe that will be my goal for after my first open-water tri (this weekend!): get comfortable on the roads that are near me, so I have fewer excuses for skipping rides.
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