Dumb-ass move #1: Didn't heed coach's instructions for Sunday's run.
Result: Not good.
To recap, I was supposed to run very easy on Sunday, but noooooo. I had to be Mr. Competitive (sorry to steal your nickname, Rob) and just had to keep up with frickin' Howie. Not only did we run hard, but I felt the need to challenge him to a sprint at the finish.
All I thought about from the moment we ended was dumping Howie at his house and crawling into my bed not to reappear for 15 hours (cue buzzer). No dice. We were entertaining my sister and her family for Mother's Day and I had a mere 30 minutes to shower and rally.
Bottom line...my lead filled stumps didn't have enough time to recover for today's killer bike in "the lab", I said OW a lot, and, for the first time since I started training, had a private expletive filled verbal assault on my coach for giving me today's workout.
Not planning on blogging about Dumb-ass move #2.
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