Chubsy wubsy
My Type A is getting the best of me. I do not have the patience....hmmm, no, maybe a better word is confidence....to just allow myself to 'ride'. What the F is wrong with me??? I don't need to be going full gas now! Just flow! I guarantee that this rest and lack of structure at the moment will do me great justice and likely push out some fitness later in the season where I need it. Za Plan is going to be re-instantiated once again. I get fit pretty quickly but as these years tick on, man, I need to keep the fires turned over much much longer to maintain it. So while I wait until I hit the fitness reset button, I feel like I am crawling into a hole that I am not going to be able to train out of (in time). Somewhere between getting faster and fitter these past few years turned me into a doubtful 14 year old girl. I think I am having an identity crisis because I do not look as fit as Andy Schleck 365 days a year. And I say this (as an Abby Ale passes my lips) in the same way the 14 year old girl shoving Bon-Bon's in her pie hole stares at the People Teen Edition and can't identify with Brittany Spears. OK, crappy example given she's come undone but you get my point.
The warmth is coming. The fitness will grow. Goals are way far away. I think I need more Vitaman D in my brain. Fruita will solve that. Soon.