It's getting close. 15 days. I'm exhausted.
I was out riding today with my friend Mike. 10 x 2 minutes hard in the middle of the ride. That's a whole lot harder on the road than it is on paper. I finished up the last one, right on Mike's wheel, as fast as we could go, mouth open gasping for air, legs burning on fire... and was glad to be done with that.
If you know me at all, you know I'm not one to ever skip out on workouts or complain that I'm tired unless I really am. I haven't complained a lot until maybe the last week, but I can totally feel that I'm right there on the edge. In between training sessions, I'm exhausted. But then when it's time to get out there and work, somehow I've magically pulled out that extra bit of energy I've needed to complete whatever main set I've needed to. Since my workouts haven't been suffering, I figured that this fatigue is still within the acceptable range, even though it's really the most fatigue I've felt, um, maybe ever?
But then I got it... the email I've been waiting for... the one that said, "There are no more fitness gains to be made. We are in full on taper mode!" Oh I can't tell you how nice that was to hear! I was told to stop digging holes for myself. Stop digging holes. Yes! I can do that! Err on the side of less from here on out. Yes! I can do that!
Two weeks. I've got two weeks to claw my way out of this hole I've been digging that hopefully isn't too deep. Two weeks to bring my legs back to life and get SASSY. (I love it when Jen talks about feeling SASSY.) Two weeks to eat right, sleep right, stay healthy, and sharpen up. Yes! I can do that!