It’s a new week. New goals. New attempts to manage my time and do more with the same minutes I had. But it seems like my body is telling me to rest. Last week, during both Monday a.m. spin and a Wednesday ride I had a difficult time getting my heart rate up. By now I know this is a sign that my body is tired and I need to give it a rest. Considering I had ridden 103 miles at a decent pace only a few days before and I was also feeling a cold coming on, I thought “okay, definitely a good time to take a break.”
Spring has sprung in Sonoma County!!
Begrudgingly, I made Thursday a rest day. Friday morning I still had a little bit of a sore throat but when I taught spin my HR was back to normal and I thought all was well again.
But I still took Saturday off and after yesterday morning’s 2 hr pain session on the bike I decided against swimming. Yet…I still have a sore throat and my nose is all stuffed up again and my voice is not too strong. ARRRRRRRRRGH!
This is positively frustrating! I’ve been trying to build momentum back each week but it seems like I just can’t quite get there. So what does REST truly mean? Take a few days off from everything and sleep? Do lighter workouts? Skip a workout? I know rest varies for each situation – if you’re REALLY sick then you stop working out. But what if you’re just battling two back-to-back colds? I seem to have recovered from last weekend’s century, but I’m still obviously battling whatever sickness has decided to manifest inside my respiratory system.
On another note, I did my first 20 minute run last week (after a several-week-long hiatus from running) and that was actually fairly nice. I think I should be ready for a 10K in a few weeks. Suddenly what used to be such a short distance seems so much longer. When Carmen and I were driving down to Solvang we were discussing running and I said “I guess I just hate how much it HURTS!” She said “that’s because you RACE it! Try just running at a gentler pace and you might enjoy it.”
What a concept. Hmmm. I think doing something like that would be difficult for me but perhaps good practice in throwing the ego out the door. Just enjoying it for the run itself. Yet even on the century ride I found myself wanting to chase people down (silly girl) KNOWING this was NOT a race and NOBODY cared if I caught them. It’s that competitiveness though. It’s what drives me forward in triathlons…from the very first one I ever did. We’ll see. One day at a time.
And now I’m off to swim (I know…rest…but swimming always makes me feel better when I have a cold).