This morning was another tough workout with the TriScottsdale crew. Every Tuesday and Thursday I go out for a ride with TriScottsdale or ONEMultisport and push myself to the limits. Sometimes I can hang and sometimes...well, I just have to let the front of the pack ride off into the horizon while I try to regain consciousness from the black-out pain in my legs. This morning I was not in a battling mood. I have a race next weekend and am just getting in miles without injury at the moment (working through some IT band stuff). So as the leaders pulled away, I enjoyed the view of fit men in spandex and laughed. Oddly enough was the song that popped into my head - Chumbawamba - I Get Knocked Down. I could hardly believe my fortune. Such a happy song on such a sticky humid morning when I would normally be beating myself up for not catching the front group on the hills. Nope. Not this morning. I got knocked down, and I stayed there relishing the moment, basking in the proverbial rays of defeat. Post ride, I went for a run with Lewis Elliot and one other team member just to let my quads know they don't own me. What? Someone has to show them who's boss - I can't have them getting unruley.
Moral of the story? I get knocked down, but I get up again...You're never gonna keep me down.
PeaceLoveBikes - that's why #iTRI
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