If you have talked to me since Worlds, you know that I struggled with a fantastic case of demotivation and general disdain for everything. I didn't want to ride my bike. I didn't want to look at my bike. There are a lot of reasons that this happened and I've been working on digging myself out of this hole.
The following blog has some suspect recommendations (esp regarding nutrition), but the guy went to Notre Dame and his posts pop up in my LinkedIn account.
The Myth of Discipline
My favorite part of the article is: "There is no such thing as discipline. There is only love. Love is the most powerful creative force in the universe. You are the result of what you love most. You either love finely etched muscular abs more than donuts or you love donuts more than wash board abs you could do your laundry on. It is as simple as that. Don’t beat yourself up that you have no discipline or further drown yourself in a sea of refined carbs. Admit that you like crappy food more than you love strength."
What is it that you love? This is the question that I've been asking myself. Today was the first day in a LONG time that I enjoyed riding my bike. In terms of training, it wasn't a stellar ride. But in terms of my mind, it was exactly what I need. After five hours of beautiful weather and great riding, I remembered that I do love riding my bike. And sometime it's not the actual bike riding. Instead it's loving strength that I feel growing in my legs. It's loving knowing that I am getting better. It's loving the desire to be better, feel better and earn my place on the National Team.
The near future requires me to make decisions. I want to let love help me choose the path I take.