Yesterday I roll into the gym, a gym now filled with more than twice the amount of people that were there just one week ago. I knew this was coming, as I was warned that the gym would have a full lot and valet parking after the first.
In any case, the fleet of spin bikes went from the usual 20+ available, to just 3 available by the time I was halfway through my workout. That's fine, except the puts me into close proximity to someone I don't know, while I sweat and sweat and stink blow my nose into a towel (probably not supposed to do that but bikers' noses run. At least when they're working hard. Don't believe me? Look at biking gloves sometime - there's a soft area near the thumb for wiping your nose). I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care. Just interesting. More people to gawk at while I'm dying.
"His last vision was that of a 55 year old man's ass in bike shorts who was spinning in front of him."
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I haven't touched the weights since session 1, where I found myself sore for a week afterwords. I think I'm gonna get on a pushup program first, so as to condition myself for that sort of work. I think.
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Saturday I got up early looking to find a ride with some people. It was very cold, and riding to the bike shop I thought "I am struggling".
Spun around the lot for a half hour, met a guy who informed me that no ride was coming (and they're all riding mountain bikes this time of year, so...) and now that my hands were painfully frozen I booked it back home - and found that I was very strong. Maybe it was the wind? I dunno. I suspect the working out is working out.
As for my weight... patience. Getting there.