There's only one thing missing from that line-up!! Now, if those two activites were not separated by 12 hours, well, then, I could call it a BRICK! (I love it when I talk like that.)
Monday: 6:30 a.m. spinning class. So biking? Not so easy. But at least you're outdoors, right? Spinning? God almighty, this has to be the most boring exercise on earth. Give me Bikram, please. I'm gonna go door-to-door to collect money for a buy-this-girl-a-bike fund so that I can bike outdoors. Cuz then I get to coast! As it turns out, the 45 minute spin class didn't kill me. It seems I actually am getting fitter, because I remember how three years ago I took the very same spinning class and it actually did kill me. It took a few years, but I was eventually raised from the dead. So spinning is going on the sked as a once-a-week cross-training event, cuz at least the tunes are good. And I get to feel righteous being in class at 6:30 a.m.
Our heroine was supposed to run eight miles on Tuesday. (That would be today. Huh. Time flies.) But as Monday night rolled around I thought, hey, I'm feeling pretty good, let's see how hard it is to do two workouts in one day! I mean, I read about people doing this all the time. How hard can ...
This run was supposed to be a "pace run": two-mile warm-up, four miles at pick-your-pace (10m, 10k, or 5k), two-mile cool-down.
Instead, because I'm easily confused, I did two miles at 10k pace, with no warm up, and one mile at 5k pace and ... you know what? I just run. If it's not a race, I don't seem to have a lot of control. (I guess that's why they call this training.)
Result? Kind of a train wreck. Seven miles instead of eight, and I could tell things were falling apart by mile five:
No one can say I don't know how to COOL DOWN at least. That part, I nailed.
Tomorrow, four miles. On the track maybe. Or maybe off.
But I'll tell you this much: I'll be back, Jack.