I took my first intentional (kind of) rest day on Monday [and was a semi GMF (grumpy mother fucker)]. The time before being months prior, and forced on me via a car & bike accident. It reminded me of how important rest is.
My body’s been communicating with me via niggles and I really don’t feel like ignoring them such that I’m forced to abide by a scream.
Listen to the whispers
So my “fasted” morning 4am ride is feeling super ick: everything from how I plan my day around it to the way my body’s feeling are “ick”. It’s not helping me get my period back (RED-S), but I do understand that it’s helping parts of me feel subdued (this is why therapy is important).
So a small shift today, after waking up hungry, was to cut 10 mins and add them to the post-breakfast ride. And that ride always feel like I’ve got more power and strength.
Power and strength. Those feel like good shit.
So the difference in this experience is that I recognized in my body that there was feeling guiding me: from ick, to power and strength.
