…because the guys rode them right off today. For some reason, it was only my turn to pull when we were going UPhill. OK, I exaggerate. Suffice it to say my legs are really tired. The lactic burn was noticable for the last 20 miles or so. First thing when I got home, I found a towel (I was sweaty you know) and laid down on the floor and moaned occasionally poking and prodding at my quads I think mainly to convince myself they were still there. I think I half expected them to jump off my femurs and run away screaming “uncle! uncle! we give up!”. But they didn’t, and I still have them which is good because I need them for walking around and stuff. My glutes will be talking to me the next couple days too. I’m certain the plane flight to Alexandria, Louisiana in a few hours will really speed along their recovery. Sure…
By the way– no lower back issues, hip issues or feelings of uneveness on the bike today. Just good old fashioned suffering from hard work. Aaah. This is the good kind of pain.
Parr,
Kat Clewley here. I’ve kept up with your training, competiting, work, and general life through your blog via your website. You have developed an interactive site to record your life. You are a talented athlete and gifted writer. I pray that you find balance. Listen to yourself, re-read your journals. You will find answers you already know. Please give my best to your husband.