Every year, without fail, I have periods of poor, slow racing and training, where I just can't get my legs to go. And always, without fail, it is followed with huge fitness gains and very fast racing.
Yet, every time, I worry. What if this time I've just slowed down? What if it doesn't come together quickly enough? What if I did all that work for nothing and I didn't actually get faster?
And that's when I have to stop myself from fretting and have confidence. Trust. Know. That what my body needs is more rest. Lots of it. And that it will respond. In a big way. A very big way. All that time and work has not been wasted. Peak fitness is nowhere near. The fitness gains will come.
However trust is something I have a hard time with. So the worries are still there. But I am working on that. And putting things in perspective helps. What's the worst that could happen if they don't come? If I don't get any faster?
Well in that case I have more than plenty fitness to be content and proud of and I was able to spend more time doing what I love to do than ever before. And I keep going. Because this is one thing I am extremely passionate about. It is part of me. Part of who I am. Getting faster is just the cherry on top. Being able to work hard day in and day out is the whole cake.
