today’s workout involved a series of hill repeats on a pretty steep hill. i didn’t expect them to be that hard, and though it hurt, a lot, they really weren’t that hard.  i thought about throwing up. i gasped for air. i felt oddly disconnected from my body as I entered a flat singletrack section to recover between efforts. but it wasn’t that bad.

 

vassago jabberwocky with tree and rock

vassago jabberwocky with tree and rock

after i was done with the hard part of the workout, i headed out for a bit of fun riding. only to discover that i had used up every ounce of climbing in my legs. they were useless! anything technical? forget it. useless. next time i should do this sort of workout somewhere there is a bit easier terrain. all that on-the-bike the off-the-bike gets annoying after a while.

after my ride, i discovered that i’m completely spent. exhausted. done. but yet, i’m disbelieving of myself. That’s all it took to take me out? I’ve got to work a lot harder on this stuff. Lucky for me my plan has no shortage of hill repeats. I predict much suffering in my future.