Comme Ci, Comme Ça

That's the best way to describe my week o' training. It went pretty well until today, where I barely got started before I was blowing up. 

I'm not so sure what went wrong except that maybe I was trying to be an overachiever and tried working out immediately after breakfast. What was I thinking? My normal starting time is late morning/early afternoon. I should have known better and slept in :-)

Anyways, I could tell it wasn't going to be a good day from the start. My legs felt like blocks of cement and I was blowing my nose every minute from the cold that I got almost 2 weeks ago. 

I knew that my workout itself was going to be painful, because it was level 6. What I did not know was that blowing my nose while doing intervals at level 6 would be hazardous to my health.  Not only did I get a bloody nose, but it was actually spurting. Where was the camera when I really needed it? I was a bloody/sweaty sight to behold.

Luckily the bloody nose didn't last long, but unfortunately my legs didn't last long either. They just completely and unequivocally blew up. I had a few more feeble attempts but then I just had to call it a day. And I HATE failing at workouts. 

In fact I think I'm a huge hypocrite when it comes to bad workouts in general. If I hear or read of someone else having a bad day I'm always all, "that's ok, everyone has a bad day," and so on. But with me? No, siree. I get really mad at myself. Which is weird because my personality is pretty laid back about everything else. For instance, I started painting a wall in our house 2 years ago, and never finished the trim. And does it bother me? Not at all. But fail at a workout and it bothers me all freaking day.  

Next week I get to do this workout again, and I better hit those dang numbers. And then next Sunday I'm doing a road TT. It's actually the lowest priority of all races that I'm doing, so it will just be part of a 3 hour ride that I'm scheduled to do. Even so, I'm excited. And of course I'll have to pull out the skinsuit!