Running on Empty

"Running on empty, running blind, running into the sun but I'm running behind."

z-z-z-z-z-z-z--z-z-SNNORPFT-COUGH

Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there. Is it possible to sleep in zone 3. I think I did this morning. I'm like a cycling vampire, riding in the dark at the picnic loop to get in the miles before work and the rise of the sun.

True confessions: I have been exceeding the training schedule on my long runs. I mean if 8 is good, 11 is better, right? And why not an extra swim? I'm not OCD'ing on whether I'll have enough in the tank on race day in six weeks. Really, Wil, I'm not. I can stop any time I want.

At the end of three weeks of building volume, my simple 1.75 hour foundation ride at moderate aerobic effort was almost more than the legs could handle. If I complete my brick tomorrow and my long run on Sunday, it will be a freaking miracle. But Robo would never anger the training schedule gods by dropping a workout, or taking some rest. What would Robo-Stu do?

Woozy in the shower, light-headed in the elevator, that bowl of oatmeal just wasn't going to cut it this morning. "I'll be having a bacon egg and cheese breakfast taco," I heard a voice say, which sounded remarkably like my own. "Actually, I'll have three."

THREE!

I don't remember eating them, let alone what they tasted like.

Monday. Rest day. Next week, recovery week. z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z-z