The nasty little bugger crawled in my ear this weekend.
That was a bad race you had there, lady. (Yes, I call myself lady.) You sure you're ready to hurt for 70.3 miles? That was just 13.1 and you didn't handle it all that well, ya know?
Maybe you should just stick to the short stuff? You know, 5k's and 10k's and sprints and Oly's. Leave the longer stuff to the people that are good at it. Not you.
It's like an infection.
It is spreading now. Making my legs tired and my mind weak.
The only cure I know is more racing. And good racing. Smart racing. Fast racing.
I plan on starting myself slowly on a therapy of "following training peaks to a tee" and "not wussing out during any of my key runs and bikes".
That should kick it. No doubt.