4 weeks ago I was recovering from really miserable F*n training. I spent that week doing almost nothing. Lots of rolling around on tennis balls to massage my achy muscles. One run, two bike rides. That’s it.
Then I had a blast hitting up the training the following week. 16 hours of training went over really well with my Fun Upgrade: Training With Friends.
Then there was another 16 hour week.
By Thursday of the third week I hit a wall of fatigue. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I found myself sighing a lot. Everything felt hard. The plan for Friday was 6 to 7 hours out on the bike. I think I would have cried if Kaitlin wasn’t planning on doing it with me.
Friday morning and I was staring blurry eyed at the weather forecast. I looked at it on my phone. I looked at it on my laptop. I looked at the radar. I squinted at the charts as if perhaps I could interpret the lines and numbers in any other way. Rain. All day. Lots of it.
Perhaps if I had woke up with more gusto I would have defied the rain and gone riding anyway. But I called Kaitlin before I even sat up and said “Let’s not. Not today.”
So I went for a run instead. Then napped hard. With kitties curled up with me.
It was good that it rained. That nap was critical.
Saturday morning I biked, and ran, and then biked home.
Then napped again. Didn’t even change out of my bike shorts, but man was I happy. Just got cozy with one kitty in my arms and one at my feet.
Then biked again. Then did the dishes. Then Kaitlin and I biked a little more before I called it quits on the bike shorts. I changed into a nice airy skirt and we biked to beer.
I think the last couple days of training for the big scary race would’ve had a lot of tears if it hadn’t been for the naps, the kitties, and beer with a friend.
Training is important, but it is made possible by rest.