Man, I don't know what's up with me lately! This weekend, the boyfriend and I took a Sunday jaunt to our local watering hole/establishment of sports broadcasting to catch Stage 1 of the Tour (go Cancellara!)
Now, I am not known to be the most patient person on earth, and I've been known to fuss at my super-athletic boyfriend because he tends to lollygag while cycling. This weekend, as I pulled up behind him to the light, I found myself unable to push my legs faster. I feel heavy, slow, like I'm slogging through molasses on a cold day in January. I noticed the same thing this morning at the gym while working out. The complete opposite of how I fancy myself.
The struggle with this is to not let it get to my self-esteem and just keep moving - the longer I spend on the bike, the better the situation becomes. It's just hard to want to get on the bike when you're worried about disappointing yourself. Meaning this is all a head-issue.
How the hell do people motivate themselves when they plain old don't want to?