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?
Here's to a new race-season
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