In my last post, I wrote about how the Escape from Alcatraz really broke down my motivation. I have not ridden a “real” bike since then and if you look at the sidebar on your right you’ll also see that I did a lot fewer races in 2018 as well.
Today I decided to jump on it again and boy was it a lot of fun! And I must say I didn’t ease into it. Grant it I am slow on a bike, but after almost 75k with 538m climbed I’m really happy with how well it went.
My legs got really tired and they seemed to store a lot of lactic acid at the end, most of all because they are not used to biking, I think. The rest of my body though handled the entire ordeal perfectly.
I can’t say the same about running afterward. I was planning to only run a short 5k but soon realized that a 5k would be way too long for the tree-trunks I had as legs. My left thigh resisted the entire way and I had to admit defeat for now. I still think running after my bike ride was a wise decision.
It seems that my motivation for triathlon is finally on the rise again, and I can’t wait to exploit it!