I HATE IT. HATE IT. HATE IT. HATE IT.

I hate interval training on the bike. I really don't even like the bike all that much. I'm sure that's disappointing to kday, but it's the truth. Ironically though I'm putting a lot of time and energy into trying to get better at something I really don't love. It's a must do because I love the Tri's.

I put it off as long as possible this am. Kind of how I put off running a 10K yesterday until 8:30pm. Procrastination at it's best.

CLICK HERE TO SEE THE ROUTE AND ELEVATION OF THE INTERVALS THIS MORNING.

So much goes through my mind during the hills.

Today I almost cried because I was so mad that I'm so slow.
I vocally grunted out loud when I realized the green garbage can I had pinned as my finish line was a false summit and there were three more garbage cans to ride past before reaching the top of the hill.
I wanted to get off my bike and throw it in the third green garbage can, followed by my bike shoes and just walk home.
(this was only during the first interval mind you... two more to follow. Yuck)
I whispered, "don't you want to do well in the Pumpkin Man? Or do you just want to suffer through it like every other race you've done."
Then I whispered, "Gosh, just stop whining and peddle"

I almost quit after two, but then I focused on the total disappointment I would carry with me all day if I followed my thoughts. I started a third, my ipod quit. Nice.
It's done. I did cry a little when I got home. I cried to Kday because I was so frustrated with my lack of speed and strength. And partially because I was mad that my stupid jersey kept sliding up and my fat was showing. I wasted half my strength on the ride pulling my shirt down every 2 seconds. Some day it will fit. And I can pour more energy into the interval than adjusting my clothing. Temper tantrums aside. It wasn't THAT bad once I made it back home.