My back is still tweaked from about 2 weeks ago when I had a lifting session and I performed a snatch with poor form (probably because it was too heavy, that's on me) so I only scheduled one strength training session this week in anticipation for a hard session this Saturday, hoping that it would heal enough to go hard.
I focused on cardio and training for endurance by doing intervals on the stationary trainer. Motivation level is high, enough so that I cracked out my CycleOps realRides Race Day Trainer DVD w/ Robbie Ventura.
This is a big deal for me, because I've been dialing it in on the trainer, recently, and not been going as hard as I could be. Trainer time, if you're familiar with it, is not really all that fun. With cycling, you have a sport where you in its many iterations, whether on trail in the woods, on the road, or other types, you feel the wind in your hair, you smell trees and earth, you have the vivid sensation of speed and acceleration...all this sweet, sweet, good stuff that equals fitness euphoria and/or nirvana. I can't speak enough superlatives about cycling.
Now take that, the sun on your skin...and put that in a cold basement where you're spinning the crankarms, but not going anywhere. Decidedly, m'eh. That said, if I crack out these dvds, I feel obligated to not make a half-hearted attempt. Last night was a good session. Pumped me up because I was rarin' go for today's session.
It was just me and Mr. Tiny today because the DW is coaching Big Boy for Odyssey of the Mind (they did great, btw...very proud of them, both), so we walked to his fitness class.
Forgive the humblebragging, but Mr. Tiny and I really sent it, today. Don't know if the extra strength training recovery time helped, but man, I felt strong and kept hitting it hard.
They say pride comes before a fall. So it is. 3/4 of the way through my session, I decided I would attempt to up my weight on dumbbell bench press even though I had been going really hard.
"ONE...MORE...REP!!!!" said my inner voice.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.
Left arm gave out, lifted to failure, and I ended up being a dumbbell and dropping a 40lb dumbbell on my chest (I still had it gripped, arm just gave out). One of those times when failure was suboptimal and...
less than desirable.
Technical error and poor personal judgement, aside. Felt good.
I would grade this workout: Usain Bolt lighting pose.
Got in a short utility ride the other day, balaclavas really are great inventions. Chases off the exercise induced asthma from inhaling cold air.
When you don't know if you can achieve an ambitious goal, fear is a good motivator to insure that you pad it with a little bit extra, to make sure that failure is a little less likely.
Actively change the variables you can. Make it happen!