I rode my bike to the gym this morning, which really felt hardcore, except that it was only 40-something outside, and so I froze my fingers and my bits off. Mind you, I woke up late, so this bike ride idea took up time I already didn’t really have.
I hit the gym and did an arm workout, really shoving myself through a faster pace between sets, but still going as slow and measured as I could with the weights. I blasted out supersets that were like this:
Preacher Curls & Tricep Skullcrushers
DB Shoulder Press & Pulldowns
Reverse Rows (like angled pullups) & Presses
And then I jumped back on the bike and headed back home. Made for a great (but rapid) workout. Tons of fun, really. I like this biking stuff.
Oh, and Heather pointed me towards a place to donate for someone’s run, and as I haven’t done any of that just lately, I gave. With my racing season coming up, I might hit folks up for donations, so I figure I should return the favor in kind ahead of the curve. Right?
I see my fitness stuff as the closest thing I have to being spiritual. It centers me, reminds me of my body’s abilities, and gives me a sense of what I’m capable of at a personal level. Do you get any sense of that when you do what you do?
