My Lame Threshold Poem

Every last fiber is firing right up to the brink
Try to turn off my brain I don’t want to think
Struggling to sustain the effort level
Wrestling with my inner quit devil
But, amid the pain I find my peace
Yet this elation has a short lease
For a time I am one with the swords edge
I’m close to the limit right at the cliffs ledge
My stay in this place is of terse duration
Its filled with both misery and exaltation
Then, I stop, the effort ends, and I leave this place
This abode, where I’m at one with time and space
Why do we love to see how far we can go
If you never feel it, you never will know

Yes, I have completley lost my mind. I just wrote a poem about doing 1x60 minute interval at 100% of FTP. What is wrong with me. I was just really happy about averaging 362 for the 60 minutes today. But seriously I truly have major mental problems. I can't believe my wife allows this type of behavior.

Seven Weeks Till St. George

St George is now seven weeks away
I hope to do well but I can’t yet say
I dropped my miles and feel fresh not spent
I’ve cut my bike hours by about 30 percent
My swim is still really really bad
If Im close to an hour I’ll be glad
My run is where I hope to cut a chunk of time
I hope that you have liked this lame-O rhyme