i find that i have the appetite for this less and less lately. those workouts that bring the taste of blood to your mouth. i’m in a bit of a slump today as i write this. so far today i have cancelled a vo2 max workout, an easy run, a gentle climb, and tomorrow’s social ride as well. i’ve had the cold for over a week and i’m just done in.

i used to be obsessed with my training program. i kept spreadsheets. i tracked the numbers. a rise in my resting heartrate to 52 would cause panic. i spent a lot of time learning about training zones. heart rate zones. power zones. i became obsessed with the match between the two zonetypes. any drift would cause alarm.

anyway. i guess i decided to write poetry instead of doing that. and, of course, poetry led to learning piano, music theory, videography, instagram, blogging. i have a habit of finding a way to keep myself urgently busy.