Today was "supposed" to be a recovery day. I was "supposed" to be flying out of town. Then life throws you lemons.... When you think something is too good to be true....9 times out of 10 it's is. True love is a facade.
It's amazing the "power" I was able to come up with on day 6 of a power building phase...after only 4 hours of solid sleep, too much alcohol the night before (I had to shut my mind down somehow) and a full day of work.
3 hours - steady with a 153 watt avg/ 150 hr avg.
I didn't start to "suffer" until 2:40 but no swim/bike or run suffering will ever compare to the pain of heartache.
It sucks when you realize you love someone that doesn't love you back.
Tel est la vie