Fishing Trip: I Need a Pep Talk
Ok, that’s it. We’re going on a fishing trip. And you know what we’re gonna catch?
We’re gonna catch the freaking season limit of Pep.
Here’s the deal. I’m tired. I’m really, really tired. I have a ton of work right now, and I will never complain about that, but last week I reached a tipping point and I started letting it affect my workouts on the bike (read: I started missing or shortening them).
I could fit them in (especially now that I’ve dialed them back a little) but I’m sorely lacking in the motivation department. I sit at my computer for 13-14 hours (this workload is temporary) making words and pictures and then I can just barely drag myself into a hot bath with a magazine.
That’s not the Everyday Athlete way and we know it, right?
Lulls are part of the game and a natural occurence I suppose, but that doesn’t mean we can’t quietly (or not so quietly?) battle our way out of them. I know getting on the bike will make me feel better – I know this. But I can’t seem to do it. Just finding gear and locating a pump seems overwhelming.
So, here I am I’m in the corner sitting on a stool and I have a cut above my eye, but they’re going to let me keep fighting. So, take the guard out of my mouth, squirt me in the face with water a few times, and let me have it.
I need a pep talk.
I need an anthem. A battle cry. A rally.
Let me have it people. Shove the sickening athletic optimistic pollyanna crap that I usually spew right back down my throat.
Are you there god? It’s me, Snarkypants.
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