At least for now there might be a common theme regarding the weather this spring. It's been a tough on for those of us who thrive on consistent training weather... or even for families who just want to get outside and enjoy the sun. It's been rather frustrating and kind of depressing.
That leads me to my Friday / Saturday training. I woke up to dark clouds and rain on Friday morning. I really needed to get about 8 miles in but was completely unmotivated by what mother nature was offering me at the time. The forecast promised 65 degrees by mid-day so I decided to wait it out and get a run and a long bike in for the afternoon. Alas, the sun came out and began to warm things up. It also completely changed my attitude and I couldn't wait to lace up my shoes and get out there. I picked a nice route that takes me down a 3/4 mile hill and goes through some nice rolling hills before wrapping things up on an aggressive hill. I paced just under an 8-minute mile which I was pretty happy with. However, the winds had picked up significantly and the temp seemed to drop quite a bit. I waited a few minutes and took a look at the golfers on the 16th hole behind my house. Everyone was wrapped up and the hole flag was bending over at the winds' gusts. I decided to call it a day.
Rain soon followed and kept it up through the night. (Excellent sleeping weather for what it's worth!) I woke up to rainy skies and a much cooler day. Again, the motivation was at a struggle and I pulled a lazy card for the morning. And actually accepted the idea of taking the day off and just relaxing. I was getting a massage in the evening so might as well chalk the day up to a recovery day. By 1:00, the popped out and my mind started racing again. I felt way too energetic to let such a beautiful day go to waste. Off to the gym I went, Speedo in hand. I got in a quick 1,100 yard swim and some strength training in. Two hours later I bellied up to a couple of Japanese chicken skewers and off the massage I went.
I found out that a guy named "Lee" would be my therapist. I was a little leary of this since it was only my third massage and to this point, noone with a man's name had ever been the one to work on me. But since I'd seen a male chiropractor in the past and this was a professional place, I didn't think too long about it. And what do you know, "Lee" knew what the heck he was doing. He found a couple of knots that have likely been there for years and worked them over well. Other than letting me know that I'm a "brick" and he needed to warm up the next time I saw him, I felt really relaxed and would certainly go see him again. Thanks Lee!
As I finish up today's blog I am looking out at the 16th hole again. Grey skies, lots of wind and zero golfers. The Speedo is packed, I feel really good (thanks to Lee) and well... it looks like a great day to take that day off!
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