I Was Just Too Tired to Show It

I Was Just Too Tired to Show It

I try to keep my training load fairly consistent, whatever the number happens to be that year. Some years it’s close to ten hours a week, in quieter years six to eight, and in the more motivated ones fourteen or more. The number itself isn’t particularly...
I Forgot Why I Was Racing. The Race Reminded Me.

I Forgot Why I Was Racing. The Race Reminded Me.

It’s never one thing. A warm night that bites into my sleep can already knock down my motivation for the next day. A hard training session where the effort felt bigger than it should have. A video or article I put out that gets almost no reaction. An argument...
I Lied to My Watch, and It Cost Me the Run

I Lied to My Watch, and It Cost Me the Run

I was exhausted that day. Training had been a bit harder than usual, my appetite was bigger, and instead of doing the one piece of work that actually mattered, I scrolled reels for an hour, half-dreaming about other people’s excitement instead of getting on with...
Coming Home Isn’t a Backlog to Clear

Coming Home Isn’t a Backlog to Clear

I arrive home from a week of driving, exploring, walking, cycling, and running, and I know immediately that I’m tired in a way that has nothing to do with my legs — closer to a depleted battery than a hard workout. The causes are specific enough to name: a week...