
It’s turned a little bit chilly in Brisbane. The mercury hit a paltry 7 degrees on my way to training this morning and I was very grateful for the 2XU cycling jacket (pictured above) that I scored at their recent Outlet clearance sale. Rugged up in my thermal top (also a 2XU bargain), compression tights, bike pants, headband, long socks and singlet, I could still feel the cold whipping through me as I started my warm up. I had pedalled no more than one hundred metres when an insistent voice in my head told me to turn around and go back home, but I decided to ignore it for another few kilometres and was able to get myself going. Once into the actual workout itself, I was trying hard to focus on keeping my breath even and pace fluid, but right from the outset, it was just bloody hard. I had a bit of a job on my hands selling this particular “Merv special” to myself, but I kept focused on the fact that it will help me acclimate to fatigue, especially when I get to race again.
When I got home, I uncharacteristically did not feel like heading to the gym to teach my regular RPM and pilates classes, but once I saw all of my smiley regular participants, my spirits were lifted. Today I had two very special participants in class – S who is partially deaf and slightly intellectually challenged and K, who is vision impaired and uses an Assistance Dog. S has become a regular fixture in both my RPM and pilates classes every Monday and is a beautiful soul – as well as providing the benefits of exercise for him, it makes my day to be able to help out. I was incredibly honoured to teach K’s first class, and although vision impaired, K took to pilates really well as the focus is more kinaesthetic, rather than visual. Plus we got to take off puppy’s harness (which signals that she’s not “working”) and I got some special Labrador cuddles.
After the classes, I felt rather privileged to be involved – and felt the wonderful sense that I’m here on Earth fulfilling my purpose.
Unfortunately, that le-crap training session was more than mentally challenging – no sooner had I left, than I was down and out for the count all afternoon with a migraine. I think my body was trying to tell me something and I missed the signal! Oh well, a good sleep and a few pain killers later and I’m feeling more like my old self.
Does a bad training session preclude illness or injury for you (I’m also nursing a calf strain, but hoping to sort that one out in the morning with physio and massage)?
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