Yesterday I road in the morning with the Men of Steel group again, one solid hour of spinning. Then went to the Y for weights, later I took my boys to another Y and we swam together. I probably got a good 1,000 yards in.
I'm supposed to run today. It's Sunday, gray outside, slightly cold. I have no motivation. It's so easy not to exercise - I could just start another load of laundry and then sit on the couch- that's somewhat productive right?
Last week I was fitted to my Felt B12. There's a highly qualified bike fitter in town that measured every angle of me, my degrees of flexibility, and then accurately position my seat, pedals, aero bars and stem so that I'm getting the right mix of power and comfort on my bike. It's an interesting study. People take cycling very seriously.
Bike talk: unfortunately the crank arms on my new bike are 170mm. He thinks I am losing a few percent in power. I should have 172.5mm crank arms allowing the delivery of more power when pedaling. This is what Ironman does to you...it totally geeks you out. I'm searching out a SRAM Red 172.5 crank set for 2.5 more millimeters. Justification for stuff like this is strangely easy. My first Ironman was a learning experience, I put clip-on aero bars on a fairly nice road bike. This time I'm trying to dial-in the perfect time trial bike to see if I can improve.
So, anyway, I'm supposed to run today, yes, run today.
UPDATE: I ran. Put in 5 1/2 miles. Maybe it's seasonal affective disorder or something - I'm not motivated.
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