I should be working out. I should be on my bike. I have a long workout today (a "brick," in fact, where you do 2 things - today is bike and run), and it is supposed to hit 90 degrees later.
I should get out there.
But I don't wanna.
I feel like this triathlon thing is like an abusive relationship, at times. I really don't like the workouts. They hurt, they take my time, I feel slow and unworthy... but then for ONE LITTLE DAY, the triathlon says to me "Look how pretty you are! You are SO GOOD at this, Athena! I promise never to hurt you again." But here I am. Gettin ready to go sweat myself silly and try to get a little faster.
Well, at least I'll feel pretty again in about 2 hours...
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