Last night was a lifting night.
I hurt then and now…..
While attempting to leg press something I did from last week, my legs gave out.
I don’t know if 631 kg is enough, my boy
I know I’m not Chris Hoy, but I felt terrible. My legs turned into jelly and then my husband went off and was leg pressing like crazy. I had to find someone stronger to help spot him just in case he couldn’t do it because I’m not that strong.
At least I increased my deadlift and military press.
Just noticed these spin bikes at the gym last week and decided to give it a try. WOW! Most intense workout I’ve had on a bike in awhile. Now for some chocolate cake.
For the next forty days I promise to you, my yet unnamed ninja bike that I will work everyday to make myself worthy of you by not slacking off with my track training.
That means I won’t decide to do a sprint workout at 9:30pm only to realize that I am exhausted and only do one measly 15 second sprint. It also means that I won’t stay in bed watching Alice in Wonderland instead of lifting weights on Monday nights. It means I will actually do my recovery rides and I won’t complain AS much about how boring it is. It means I will eat more chocolate cake.
I love you ninja bike, even though you are still sitting in a box that has now been moved to the dining room. I have my crank set now, though, so you will be put together soon and I will make myself worthy of you.
I will not be a lazy track cyclist.
Funkstitch 