Tom came home from spinning last night telling the tale of how the spin instructor informed the students that they would all be sporting tight buns within a short time if they stuck with her class. Since the New Year, he has to get to the gym early to grab a spinn cycle in the now packed classes. Like me, Tom has better luck getting to the gym during the workweek. For both of us, the routine is returning to familiar as each day passes.
Not being able to break away from my desk is also becoming more familiar. I wasn’t able to pull away from my workload today. I considered going to the fitness center at lunch but just couldn’t. Instead, I picked up a chicken sandwich with fries and headed back to my desk to continue working. My choice in food wasn’t the best decision that I made today.
With the intentions of finishing up my contribution to the project, I was blasted with issues on another project. It turns out that it would have been a good day to sit and spinn my wheels at lunch after all.
I was set on cycling before allowing my head to hit the pillow. I helped YaYa with his homework, shortly after getting home from work. With the pork chops slowly cooking in the oven, and YaYa playing an online computer game with his cousin on the other coast, I escaped to the garage. I hoped on my petite Bianchi (hooked up to the bicycle trainer) and began my workout.
My legs immediately reminded me that I had done speed work yesterday. I kept glancing at the elapsed time to see my progress. Time had appeared to slow to a stop, and I was determined to complete 45 minutes of vigorous cycling.