This write is on how I addressed the problem, how I dealt with it and how I fixed it #smallsetbacks
I was chilling around in my apartment a little hangover from the 4hour ride I had done in the morning. The morning menu had been served as a mountainbike ride with 3 times 12 minutes threshold and 10minutes of (30/30). As I slowly moved around in the apartment I started to get a weird feeling below my knee, every time I got up from the couch this warm pain spread into my leg.
A few more step-ups and I realized that the pain wasn’t a coincidence. So I finally looked at my legs and to my horror, I could see a swollen and warmer area just below the left knee cap. Oh no. That’s never a good sign.
Freak out a little and ask google.
So what? Was I just lucky? I feel fortunate, that's for sure. But after some years in this game I did start to figure out better and better how to handle smaller problems and injuries on the way. This was nothing big or something I would have told the world about normally. But I thought about it, and I came to the conclusion that I can't be the only one struggling with some setbacks from time to time. So maybe you can find this write useful?
They say strength is gained from within. Like true love is first to be found when you love yourself - does that also apply for performance? That being strong enough to become a winner first happens when you see yourself being strong enough to win? I'm not necessarily talking about winning as crossing the finish-line first. You have to win many battles before you get there.
The team was happy about my race and my spirit out there. I had even curled my hair in the morning (our race started at 15.30, so I watched Riverdale and made beach wave's with my flatting iron to entertain myself…), but I mean don’t mistake blonde-curliness for weakness ;-)
I felt that I won a battle in Banyoles - most of all against myself. So when I stood on the start-line for the second time, now In Chelva, the fire was a little brighter and I felt not so out of comfort zone anymore. Beside me was Annie, my roommate now, in the feed zone was the boys waiting for us, the staff I knew and trusted now. So when the gun went off this time I was reminding myself from lap one that I belonged in the top, fighting for winning. And even with a little ‘airtime’ flying over my bar and with a flat tire, I finished the race stronger than the previous Sunday. 2nd on the day.
A few battles closer and a tank full of motivation to push myself further, are just a couple of the things I bring with me home from the first racing-trip of the year. So let’s make March a month that counts!
Reflect what you desire, become what you respect