Not training enough by my standards makes me feel guilty…the workout, the pain, the sweat, the lack of sleep, the disgusting energy food I need to cram into my mouth at 5 o’clock in the morning, are the coin I use to “buy” my way up to Everest. Every day that needs to be earmarked for resting my body as well as the days where for some reason there is no time for as much training as I want, the guilt surfaces…I never took something without paying the price for it, and I am not going to start now.
Even though my guide warned me several times over the danger of overtraining, that day when I have to take it slowly is the toughest of all. It is like I lose my sense of being and my purpose in life. It feels like the days when my mother kept me home because I was sick…those days seemed the longest possible as I was missing out on something…my freedom was restricted to the limited universes of a room and I didn’t like it.