I am told that you need to be in pretty good bike shape to complete an Ironman. You need to put in the hours. OK, so I live in the Seattle metro area and in case you didn't know, it rains a lot here in the almost great Pacific Northwest. When it rains, the roads get slippery and bikers fall like leaves. I don't like to hit the pavement on a bike. I have done it, it hurts, it's dangerous and honestly, I just don't like it. I do not like it, Sam I am.
So to get the hours in, I ride a lot in spin class. Spin class is basically a hot room with smelly people riding stationary bikes, sweating on the floor. I sweat and sometimes I drool a little. I always give a little more than the other guys. I give extra drool. Usually, in a long sticky drool string hanging out my mouth.
One problem in spin class is attention span. It wanders. When you ride a real bike, on a warm sunny day with friends, it can be a fun thing. The scenery changes, you have to pay attention to other riders and dogs and cars, you can stop on the ride and eat donuts or get a coffee. There is a lot going on.
When you are in spin class, its just hot and smelly. You just suffer and your attention span shrinks to the size of a pea. The fun is left at the door. I can't wait for it to warm up so I can go outside and ride.
I iced both knees in anticipation of my run tomorrow. Looking forward to that. I drool when I run too.
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