Fitness Mistress

Today started pretty rough. I was late for work, had to drive, and once I arrived, it just plain sucked. Now it’s lunchtime, and I’m begging for a better second half of the day. Let’s see…

Last night was my first real training day of the 2011 season, and honestly, I don’t know how I’ve been pulling off this heavy-duty training while holding down a full-time job. I’m bushed this morning.

My first core session left me sore in the upper body region, where I mostly resemble some kind of computer geek. In fact, I think I look “odd.” I’m not too happy with my self-image, but that’s an entirely different issue.

Of course, staying true to recent training plans, I had two workouts to do. So, after a brief “transition,” I headed out into the cold wintery night for some hill efforts. These were a massive 4 x 90 seconds.

After my thrill on the hill, I continued as far as I could on the snowy singletrack. The snow is deep, and falling off the track proved very frustrating. I gave up after 3 miles and turned around for home. I do admit the MoZ was a blast coming down. I only fell over about three times.

Here’s my message to my mistress whose name is fitness:

“I wish I had the guts to walk away and forget about what we had. But, I can’t, because I know you won’t come after me, and I guess that’s what hurts the most.”

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