My worst fears

Well I’m back from that trip to Georgia and my worst fears came true. Before I left I was afraid that uprooting my routine and being dumped into the me lee of the pro bike race would hurl my routine right into the shitter. And that is exactly what happened.

I left on April 17th. It’s now May 3. That’s 17 days. In those 17 days I did 3 things: I ran 2x and did yoga in the hotel room 1x. I don’t have any excuse. If you want to make something happen you do and I didn’t. Still a couple of days I did watch in envy as most of the directors on the bigger teams either get out for a run or a ride as soon as they get back to the race hotel from the stage. The reason they can do that is they have 6 staff: 3 soigneurs and 3 mechanics to take care of all the post stage stuff.

On top of this, I got home Monday night and its now Saturday and I’ve not done anything since getting home! I had to jump right into the deep end of project wrap up and a presentation for a consulting project I’m doing… and then, to be honest, the routine of exercising was broken so I’m back to square one to get rolling again.

On that note… I’m heading out for a run.

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