Had a work meeting yesterday off site that required me to drink two nice glasses of Cabernet late in the afternoon. Oh business.
Got home, quick drink of water and then I rode my trainer. Positioned the fan to my liking, readied the remote to the television, and filled my water bottle. Cleared the data from my Cateye cyclometer and got down to real business. This is how the Italians and French train right? Have a glass of wine, do some cycling, Viva le Spin. I rode about 60 minutes, put in some sustained 5 minute threshold efforts, then finished with a descending set consisting of 5 minutes, 4, 3, 2,1 minutes all out, with a few minutes rest between each effort. My younger son came and laid on the floor to watch the last few intervals. I could barely talk, dripping wet, max heart rate, just killing it focusing on perfect cadence. I think kids like to see their Dad, their 'old Dad' train and push it like that, and hear the sound of the trainer and click of the gears drown out the television. I told him the contraption was my "hurt locker".
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