Yesterday's ride was particularly uncomfortable. Not necessarily because I was "killing it" - far from it. My hour at Ironman pace on the bike felt more like an hour at Olympic distance effort. There are days when the legs just do not want to ride a bicycle. So rather than focusing on how uncomfortable I was, I let my mind wander back to kayaking last week. Distractions. They work for me. I can be riding along at I-want-to-puke pace and if I can notice the flowers beside the road or something that makes me happy, I tend to forget how my body feels. At least for a moment.