Blowing & Drifting

After finishing my workout at the gym on Wednesday afternoon – one of the greaterrible cross-training sessions masterminded by Thad Caron, a pretty good personal trainer – I wondered why I was feeling so goddamn wasted. Every muscle group ached, and my arms and legs had that heavy overused feeling. So I tallied up the training I’d done that week, and was a little surprised to realize I’d already done six workouts in five days (bike rides on Saturday, Sunday, and Tuesday plus gym sessions on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday).

With two more workouts planned – a gym session at Thursday noon and a bike ride that evening – I saw that I would get my weekly total up to eight sessions in six days. This is a heavy load, probably the heaviest I’ve ever done – and it was pretty much completely accidental. I hate missing the gym workouts because I love the camaraderie and the results, and I hate missing bike rides because I love riding bikes.

After doing this count, I popped some ibuprofen and went back to work, grateful for my comfy office chair. Thursday, I did that last gym session and enjoyed a great bike ride in the dusty gloaming.

It felt good to get off my bike and know I wouldn’t be getting back on it or going back to the gym for a few days.