About a week ago, my right knee was hurting. I wanted to quit, but knew I couldn't do so outright, and so I deliberately did things to stress it -- funny motions while I pedaled, climbing while standing with bad form in a huge gear, etc. Of course, I wised up and I never really wanted to hurt myself. Now my knees don't bother me at all.
Today, though, I had a strange feeling in my chest. It wasn't pain per se, and it wasn't breathing tightness. It is (it persists) like I can feel my heart, and it feels like the size of a walnut, and it can't do anything. And really, it couldn't. Climbs I'd normally roll up at 13 mph felt like I was riding through tar at 8 mph.
I'm not worried for my health as I know it's just fatigue. But I stopped riding. And yet I'm closer to SF. I think I'm a fraud.
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