Today was a recovery ride, trying to loosen the legs from the Lodi 12 Hour. It was hard to get going and felt like I was turning over an enormous gear. I really could have used a push.
I know there was nothing wrong with me; I'm supposed to feel fatigue for several days after an effort like Lodi. Still, I couldn't help but feel like my training is falling off track.
On the one hand, I don't feel insecure about how slow I was riding and how awful I felt. I *know* I'm a racer. On the other hand, it felt like oil was leaking out of my engine, and here I was all posed up, unaware of the growing puddle underneath my wheels.
It felt like I was pedaling the bike underwater, but I stuck with it and after a hour and a half, I was finished. That felt good.
Now it's getting late - 8:00 PM, maybe not so late unless you're exhausted like me - and I'm going to go to bed.
I need some rack time, and will stay off the bike tomorrow, then ride easy again on Thursday.