Spin Class Number 2

Our last spin class, Kevin almost got shanked by a female inmate.  Today, was a little more under control.

In a stroke of miracle, I showed up with my video camera at 7:25 am today and Jim was digging hard in his new Crushing Iron shirt which will help us promote the documentary along the way.  They turned out great and were designed and produced by my old business partner, Brian, at Creative Pig Minds Design, in Rockford, IL.  He also owns a vegan brew pub (for which I made the video).  jim2spincishirtThe plan was to start at 7, ride an hour, then do the spin class.  I started peddling at 7:30.

For the second week in a row we were joined by Allison, who has taken over the official “plus one” role if one of the Fab Five is missing.  Today, she filled in for Mark and crushed two hours on the bike before joining us on the 20 minute run.allistillspin

She really digs Florida and is training for the Gulf Coast Triathlon in May.   I am still pondering this race, mainly do to the potentially harrowing swim in the gulf.

Daniel is nearly 100% after a mid-foot injury that sidelined him for a couple weeks.  He’s also leading the Country Music Marathon training group for the East Nasties, so homey has a lot on his mind as can be seen in this revealing photo.  danielspinclassyellowshirtIf there were an award for most dedicated early season performer, it would likely go to Kevin.  He has been steadfast on his workouts and is clearly determined to develop his bike skills.  I spent half the spin class scoping out the instructor while Kevin hammered hard and focused with an intensely spiritual approach to his technique (notice the interlocking fingers).  kevinspinbikeAfter the bike, we trekked out into one of Nashville’s most impressive wild-dog neighborhoods.  Every damn house on the first block seemed to have big ass dogs chained by cruise ship docking chains laying around on the porch.  But, they all seemed very nice.

The 20 minute run was nice and easy, I think around a 9:15 pace, and it was very clear to me that my leg strength has increased dramatically.  Each step was a little heavy, but the typical aches and pains associated with weak knees, quads, and ankles seems to be going away.  I guess sleeping in is working!

Daniel, Kevin, and Jim took their sweet time changing while Allison and I sat in the midst of a daycare rally for kids who drink a lot of coffee.  The sweat dried on our crusty bodies and we critiqued people’s workouts.  Eventually they walked down the hall looking like a GQ ad in motion and I thought to myself, these guys are prematurely celebrating their stardom from the soon-to-be-famous Crushing Iron documentary.  The sea of children parted and 3 of the Fab 5 casually grabbed a bottled water and led us down the road to stuff our faces at the Pied Piper.

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How A Blonde Humbled Me in the Pool

Four of the five Fab Five members showed up at 7:00 to ride the spin bike for an hour before spin class.  I was the only one missing.481304_4550858162108_1986126509_n

The training schedule called for a two hour bike followed by an easy 30 minute run, but since I’m listening to my body, I slept in a bit and got there at 8:00.  I took a little shit for that maneuver, but the guys didn’t know what a traumatic experience I had in the pool last night (yes, this is what I do on Friday nights, swim).

I’m usually a little tight on Fridays from the workweek, so I stuck with my plan of a 300 yard breast stroke to loosen up, then complete the 2,000 yard light swim.  Once again, I couldn’t find my stroke and it’s starting to piss me off.  It’s like a perpetual level of mediocrity in the pool.

Somewhere around lap 16 I started to feel loose and settled into a nice pocket.  I mean, I was ready to hammer the rest of this swim in gorgeous fashion.

I saw her out of the corner of my eye in the next lane.  She was probably mid to late 30’s and swimming right with me for a few strokes, but two strokes later she was a body length in front.  I kept repeating, stay on your stroke, keep cool.  Then two body lengths, then three, then five and soon she was lapping me.  I was crushed, but just couldn’t keep up.

I cursed my swimming and did my best to stay with her feet, but it was hopeless.  I settled back in with my body and breathing.  She stopped for a minute and I regained my composure.  Now, I knew I was swimming faster and could hang on her next approach.

As I spun off the far wall, I saw her right behind me.  I subtly kicked it up a notch to ward her advances, then saw her creeping up on my right again.  I threw form to the wolves and hammered the water like a caveman.  She was not touching the wall before me this time.  I fought the waves and battled every pain in my body.  Water flooded my mouth and I spit it in her direction like a heavyweight boxer.  I would win!

My flailing only seemed to make her chuckle.  She cruised through the water like a dolphin.  A smooth ocean creature at piece with her environment watching as the land-dweller panicked.  She flew by me like I wasn’t there and, it hurt more than normal because when she pulled away, I noticed she was doing the backstroke!  This woman just pummeled my dreams from her easy-chair.

So, as I concluded my 1,500 yards (yeah, you caught me), I did what any competitive athlete in my shoes would do.  I waited for her to stop and asked her for advice, which she happily gave and was instantly second-guessed on the first Youtube swimming video I watched later.  It’s all so confusing to me.

With my swimming nightmare in the mirror, I staggered into our group bike with weak legs and low self esteem and as luck would have it, the spin instructor was a mid to late 30’s woman who proceeded to kick my ass on the bike.  These women, I am telling you!

I stuck it out for an hour, then ran with the Fab Five minus 2 plus one (Allison) for 30 minutes in the rain.  I’m guessing we were around a 10 minute mile pace and climbed some nice hills, but I felt very strong.  Then, of course, I crushed breakfast.

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