Thoughts on just f*cking doing it

The other day I didn’t think I’d make it through the first interval of my workout. It was 2 minutes in Zone 3 (between 180–200 watts for me) with 15 seconds bursts in Zone 5 (about 245 watts for me) repeated six times before a six-minute break. Then you repeated it another two times for a total of three separate efforts.

I figured since I’m done with training for Leadville and most of that was aerobic, I need to work on my anaerobic work because I always lose in a sprint finish. Most recently, it happened in Tour de Boudicca during the second stage. I was outsprinted up a kicker of a hill by five other racers and came in 6th. It happens in real life. And if I’m/we’re not racing this year, I’m taking it as an opportunity to work on my weaknesses.

As I clicked on the workout from my custom menu on Zwift, I grimaced and tried to find a way to stall. And after I organized my dumbbells I wasn’t planning on using and after I moved a set of wheels I still need to return to a friend and after I installed updates on my computer, I finally said to myself, “just fucking do it.”

No, this isn’t a sponsored blog post for Nike.

This is to remind you, reader, to just do the things without overanalyzing. I don’t know if it’s anxiety or just my personality, but I really like to analyze everything. I like to overanalyze. It’s…