The plan was to hit the weights. But first, the plan also calls for quick 10 min warm up! Ugh! I hate warming up for weights.
I mean logically it makes sense but still...it’s just weights, the muscles will warm up after the first set (or they’ll hank apart and I’ll be d.o.n.e!)
Not wanting to temp the gods, I decided the warm up was in order.
What to do??
Walk/run: No seems too much like every other day
Elliptical machine: As if!
OK, I got it.
I’ll try out the Stairmaster, that sounds like fun!
First mission is finding the machines. Back row next to wall (perfectly placed so that one misstep will send me flying into the wall, but not to worry, the wall is also a mirror, so that everyone walking by can see my big fat ass struggling up the steps. PERFECT!)
6 machines, three all broken with signs, one machine has Ms. 90 year old grandma, sweating to the oldies, which leaves two machines left. One is right next to her; the other is at the other end of the row.
Not wanting to look like I’m hitting on Grandma, I choose the last machine.
Umm...how do work this thing. As soon as I step on it, it starts moving, bringing visions of me splattered into the mirror. Finally get to the top of the machine and spend the next minute trying to step and read and push buttons only to determine that this machine is also out for repairs.
OK, Fine. Next to Grandma it is.
This time I know the machine will start moving, so I’m prepared. Unfortunately I’m not ACTUALLY prepared and stare at the console so long that Grandma leans over and helps me.
GREAT! Big ego booster.
10 minutes. I only need to go for ten minutes. Pick any program, can’t be that hard for 10 minutes.
1 minute – nothing. So I bump the level up. Say to a level 5.
1 minute 10 seconds – Holy Crap! I want off!
1 minute 15 seconds – I want off and I want off now!
2 minutes – Starting to see stars.
It’s only ten minutes right, just HTFU and get it done. Glance over at Grandma.
Did I say sweating to the oldies? There is not a drop of sweat on her perfectly historically preserved face. Not one (1) drop. Look down at her feet. Step, step, step, step. Perfect form; no rush; no break; great stride. Me? Step…..step..STEP……..step. Yeah not so much.
I try to look at how long she’s been going for but she’s reading her gossip magazine.
Um...reading?? Hello?! I can barely see straight let alone read! Even my instrument console takes some serious concentration to make out.
10 minutes can’t come soon enough and finally when it does, I can’t wait to hit the weights, I can’t wait to do anything besides this machine.
Apparently, I can’t wait so much that I misstep. Yep! Exactly! Mirror city here I come!
Flying through the air, the only thing I can think of is….$H1T!!! (I mean really, all those people who say they think of their loved ones or their long lost dog…CRAP! The only thing I’m thinking of is how much this sucks) (Honey, if you're reading this, I thought only of you, I swear!)
By the grace of God, some Genius put hand rails on the machine. This and my lightning fast reflexes (like Bruce Lee!) save me from seppuku by mirror shard.
Never been happier to be off a machine. Grandma was happy to see me go too (Young whippersnappers!)
Second week done for the Training plan!
Week 2 was:
Monday – Run 4.5 mi
Tuesday – Rest (Run 1 mile)
Wednesday – Run 3.5 (tempo); Swim 900
Thursday – Bike 1 hour (spin)
Friday – Strength (Stairmaster)
Saturday – Swim 1300 yds (Also ran a 5 K [10 min/mi!!])
Sunday – Bike 22 miles (First group ride!)
Also, on Saturday, the Las Vegas Tri Group met for drinks and social. There I meet up with Stef and her husband Glenn. Hi Guys! We’ll definitely have to go out and train together someday soon.