Friday was strange; I had great legs and did the climb near Brigham Park outside Blue Mounds four times, but my head was not at all in it. The first time I descended I probably went 25mph the whole way down because I couldn't concentrate enough to control the bike. I couldn't focus or wake up and my head felt half asleep. The second time I did it I went a bit harder and my legs felt even better, but my head was all over the place.
The third time I really pushed it. I rode a few gears harder and struggled to not stand up. My legs were shot by the time I got to the top. and I actually rode back to the car and hopped off the bike. My mind was fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that I couldn't tell myself to get back on the bike because my legs maybe had one more in them.
On the last climb I nearly popped. 3/4 of the way up I had to drop it into an easy gear to spin the remaining bit. You never know if you have one more left in you unless you try. I didn't quite have one more in me, but at least my legs were spent after that last attempt. I didn't feel awake until later in the evening, around five. It was a bad day in my head, but great for my legs.
Saturday I worked all day and sold nearly $9K at the shop. No riding, though, which was fine because IT SNOWED THAT EVENING. I was also pretty shot because my two days off last week ended up being 7 or 8 hour days at the shop. I need a vacation.
Sunday was a scheduled rest day and we celebrated John's birthday. He's 60.
I'm about to go do my 60-minute tempo workout on the trainer. It's just cold enough that I know I'd have a hard time getting warmed up. Also, I'm sneaking a workout in before I have to go to work and it might be hard to make it back in time if I do it on the road.
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