Oh man, I totally hit it tonight, two minutes into a four minute interval. I was so pumped, so stoked, so in the zone. I was just going and then I got sla-hammed with a wave of nausea.
“Push through it, Cindy. You can’t sit down now. These ladies are depending on you. Breathe, focus, breathe …”
So I did, and then I shut my damn mouth during the entire recovery interval and prayed it would pass. It did. Then I smiled again and told everyone to get out of the saddle and we finished strong until the end.
The timing of my music was off but that’s okay, I think my attitude more than made up for it and I warned them that the song breaks were not the cues for this ride and I tried to be good about saying, “One minute in … two minutes in … thirty seconds to go.” After all, it’s unfair that I know how far we are into an interval and they don’t.
Good ride tonight. Fierce and sweaty and leg burning. I was so proud of my riders, they hung in there for the entire ride and it was a seriously brutal ride, even for me. That kind of dedication gor a round of applause from me followed with a, “You guys rocked that ride! Absolutely!” I think I also might have grunted and said, “My goodness,” on more than one occasion, which amused my veterans and solicited a response from me, “Well, I can’t say what I really want to say!”
Good times, I feel great right now, had a dinner of grilled Mahi Mahi tacos from Baja Fresh, and I’m off to watch a movie with Matt that brought tears to Matt’s eyes when he watched it last week: Perfect World.
Good night!