I think initially it was over training, from there is was frustration after frustration that kept stone walling me. From there I basically rode at zone 1 for a year which didn’t help. Then when I started training again, I couldn’t accept the fact I had regressed so was trying to do more than I physically could do and not understanding why I couldn’t do it.

Waking up at 3 am finally caught up to me, but it’s a catch 22. Traffic has picked up tremendously since we moved to Williamsburg, to the point I don’t feel safe if isn’t super early.

Riding solo all the time finally caught up to me. Have done one group ride in 2 years……

Route fatigue. Tired of the roads I have available to me, and the routes where I feel safe. Colonial Parkway is still closed to yorktown, going on 2 years.

Finally realized I won’t be able to race, not for a long time. What I want to do and what I realistically can do because of family and work are 2 different things. I kept adding to my “want” calendar when realistically I couldn’t do it. Led to a lot of anger and frustration. So once I accepted the fact I can’t race, I can’t do group rides etc kind of led to a massive what the f am I doing this for.


Have not gotten blood work done. Prolly, should but otherwise I feel fine. Just no motivation on the bike.