This is what sucking looks like:
I hate biking.
Hard running isn't easy, physically or mentally, but it's a fuckload easier than biking hard. I think it's just because I've been doing it longer, so I can mentally retreat while pushing myself. But biking just seems so hard for so long. It hurts and it sucks and a little part of me keeps suggesting I just slow down and stop trying. That's the worst part. I can suck up the physical difficulty for the most part. Even when the part of my quads just above the knee are burning like a disco inferno, that's not the tough part. The tough part is how mentally difficult it is to keep pushing hard. I feel like that has to get easier, or I'll never be a fast biker. And, fuck, there are tons of people who are not fast bikers. So, maybe it doesn't get easier for everyone. Maybe it won't get easier for me.
But, then again, the speed I'm going when I'm feeling this is getting faster. So, I am getting faster. My tri coach told me a few weeks ago "it doesn't get easier, you just go faster." And hey, look, he's right. I mean, he's always right, but it's still worth pointing out.
But it still sucks.
The run was glorious. I warmed up slow. Easy first mile to warm up my hips. Slightly faster second mile to shake off the dust. Come to mile three, cranked it up. Started at 9mph. Held that for half a mile, then cranked it up to 9.5mph. For the last stretch I pulled out 10mph. It felt good. I love running. Sometimes I don't like it, but I still love it.
The push ups were cake, too. I'm good at push ups.
Sky worked out with me. He was on the bike while I ran, then switched. He's been secretly working out, so there's a chance he might beat me at this triathlon. I'm going to have to be okay with that.
But if he does beat me, he said I'm literally allowed to kick his ass.
This week is a bike heavy week. That's good, considering my feelings on the bike. The more time I spend with the bike, the less shitty it will be. Familiarity breeds...um...something good. Yup.