Any concern or question I may have previously had about whether or not I am doing enough for the darn race has been answered.
And I am B.E.A.T.
It is Saturday night, about 6pm, and I am about to shove some salmon into my mouth so I can go back to bed and save some energy for my 5 hour brick tomorrow (4.5 on the trainer, 30 minute run). The muscle fatigue is so deep today that, this afternoon, I was craving an apple but didn't want to eat it because it would have required too much energy to chew. I chose, instead, a banana.
In all the months so far, this is about as bad as it's been.
I am truly stuggling to move right now. But I am not sore. Just unfathomably fatigued.
It's days like this I wish my mom lived with me. She would take care of me, make me chicken soup, give me tea and rub my back.
I just looked up at the weather channel and it's 71 degrees in Phoenix right now. It's snowing and -3 degrees here. NEGATIVE THREE.
That has nothing to do with nothing. I'm just saying. But seriously, come on with this weather.
(Imagine that said in my bestest whiney voice - frankly, imagine this whole post in the same voice)
As I said weeks ago:
I chose this, I chose this, I chose this....