Okay so this week is a two fur ( for), here is the last two weeks of work outs:
Monday: off
Tuesday: 13mile bike + 1500m swim
Wednesday: 750m swim + 500m of sprints + 5km run
Thursday: 5km run
Friday: 2x750m swims + 13mile bike
Saturday: 60min Spin class
Sunday: 6km run ( outdoors)
Last week:
Monday: 1500m swim
Tuesday: off
Wednesday: 2mile run + 10mile bike + 2 x750m swims
Thursday: 5km run
Friday: 2x750m swims + 13mile bike
Saturday: 60min spin class
Sunday: 6km run ( outdoors - hills)
So yeah me, two weeks of workouts in and complete!! So in that time I am back to giving vegetarianismness a try. Yeah I know, I know, once a meat eater always a meat eater. But my tum-tum feels much better when I forgo the meat. I know, I know, a 40 something man should probably not say tum-tum, but i hate it when i get an owwwie from my boom-booms not being as free flowing as they should be. Okay may have stepped over a TMI line there, but you can stop reading this anyyyytime.
So yeah as of today, we are on Day 6. Im not going to get self righteous and i promise this will be my only update, we will see where it goes.
On a more serious note lets talk about Spin classes. Now I recognize that I have a severe allergy to really happy people, not that I hate them or anything, but the continually enthusiastic make me question the sincerity of that enthusiasm. Like are these the same people that listen to the Smiths when they get home, in the dark, petting a lot of cats, eating a mister noodle for one, rocking themselves to sleep, crying out way mommy didnt love them? Maybe, maybe not.
So upon entering my first spin class I was weary. I quickly slipped to the back row and started adjusting my bike. First up, these bikes are not like the stationary bikes out in the free-for-all section of the gym, oh no, these are high tech super stationary bikes that if they were not afixed to the ground could probably take flight through magical or superhuman means.
Once I started adjusting my various knobs(heh heh, knobs), I straddled my space age bike and immediately felt the most discomfort my groin has felt since i got a line drive to the balls 8-9 years ago. After much shy wiggling around I got myself into a position that didnt have me wishing for a Lance Armstrong type surgery.
I was flanked on either side by gals that clearly were not there for fun as they got their bikes adjusted with military style precision, mounted the saddle and began " warming up" at a pace that could have ripped a whole in the space time continuum. The instructor then kicked the door open like a old west gun fighter that just found out a rival gunslinger shot her dog. A lot.
She surveyed the room with a steely glare, walked to the front, hoped on her bike and began to set up her mic and music. Im not sure what happened for the next 60 minutes, but there was a lot of yelling of words like: attack, and digdigdigdig, and work harder! But at the end of it I was sweaty mess, out of breath, and legs in a remorseful spasm. But I survived. The gals on either side popped off their bikes, and gracefully exited, while I tried to loosen the straps holding my feet in the peddle stirups.
I want to say this was a graceful move, but my legs not wanting to support me in any way, and the handle slick with sweat and tears almost led me to an epic collapse taking out the row of bikes with me still sitting on it. I finally wiggled my feet out of the iron clamped stirups, slide off my bike like melted cheese off a pizza, and walked out like a duck with backwards knees, flapping my feet on the floor to get feeling back in my legs.
I made my way home and promptly napped for 2.5 hours.
Now while that may not have been the most successful venture, and i am clearly the uncoolest person in the class, i went back again the next week. It wasnt as awful, still wasnt great, but not completely awful. Im sure this week it will be just fiiiine. Third times the charm right? Right!?
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan
Monday: off
Tuesday: 13mile bike + 1500m swim
Wednesday: 750m swim + 500m of sprints + 5km run
Thursday: 5km run
Friday: 2x750m swims + 13mile bike
Saturday: 60min Spin class
Sunday: 6km run ( outdoors)
Last week:
Monday: 1500m swim
Tuesday: off
Wednesday: 2mile run + 10mile bike + 2 x750m swims
Thursday: 5km run
Friday: 2x750m swims + 13mile bike
Saturday: 60min spin class
Sunday: 6km run ( outdoors - hills)
So yeah me, two weeks of workouts in and complete!! So in that time I am back to giving vegetarianismness a try. Yeah I know, I know, once a meat eater always a meat eater. But my tum-tum feels much better when I forgo the meat. I know, I know, a 40 something man should probably not say tum-tum, but i hate it when i get an owwwie from my boom-booms not being as free flowing as they should be. Okay may have stepped over a TMI line there, but you can stop reading this anyyyytime.
So yeah as of today, we are on Day 6. Im not going to get self righteous and i promise this will be my only update, we will see where it goes.
On a more serious note lets talk about Spin classes. Now I recognize that I have a severe allergy to really happy people, not that I hate them or anything, but the continually enthusiastic make me question the sincerity of that enthusiasm. Like are these the same people that listen to the Smiths when they get home, in the dark, petting a lot of cats, eating a mister noodle for one, rocking themselves to sleep, crying out way mommy didnt love them? Maybe, maybe not.
So upon entering my first spin class I was weary. I quickly slipped to the back row and started adjusting my bike. First up, these bikes are not like the stationary bikes out in the free-for-all section of the gym, oh no, these are high tech super stationary bikes that if they were not afixed to the ground could probably take flight through magical or superhuman means.
Once I started adjusting my various knobs(heh heh, knobs), I straddled my space age bike and immediately felt the most discomfort my groin has felt since i got a line drive to the balls 8-9 years ago. After much shy wiggling around I got myself into a position that didnt have me wishing for a Lance Armstrong type surgery.
I was flanked on either side by gals that clearly were not there for fun as they got their bikes adjusted with military style precision, mounted the saddle and began " warming up" at a pace that could have ripped a whole in the space time continuum. The instructor then kicked the door open like a old west gun fighter that just found out a rival gunslinger shot her dog. A lot.
She surveyed the room with a steely glare, walked to the front, hoped on her bike and began to set up her mic and music. Im not sure what happened for the next 60 minutes, but there was a lot of yelling of words like: attack, and digdigdigdig, and work harder! But at the end of it I was sweaty mess, out of breath, and legs in a remorseful spasm. But I survived. The gals on either side popped off their bikes, and gracefully exited, while I tried to loosen the straps holding my feet in the peddle stirups.
I want to say this was a graceful move, but my legs not wanting to support me in any way, and the handle slick with sweat and tears almost led me to an epic collapse taking out the row of bikes with me still sitting on it. I finally wiggled my feet out of the iron clamped stirups, slide off my bike like melted cheese off a pizza, and walked out like a duck with backwards knees, flapping my feet on the floor to get feeling back in my legs.
I made my way home and promptly napped for 2.5 hours.
Now while that may not have been the most successful venture, and i am clearly the uncoolest person in the class, i went back again the next week. It wasnt as awful, still wasnt great, but not completely awful. Im sure this week it will be just fiiiine. Third times the charm right? Right!?
Sean "BigBoyRunning" Ryan
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