Trainer Ride

So today, since it snowed like MAD last night, I felt I had no choice but to ride the trainer.  There was no pool open and let me just tell you that on a day like today, I would give my left pinky finger for a treadmill as it would really be helpful to just hop on for around 45 minutes while Ivan is napping or what not.

In my old age, I am not one to run in snow and ice.  Even the fraction of a chance that I could slip and fall and have to go even one time to a physical therapy session is not worth running in anything that could involve slippage.  Does that make me sound like I am 97?  I am not, I just never want to go back to physical therapy or have to alter my schedule based on a silly and avoidable mishap.

SO, there was no running and the gym was closed based on the weather, I just took a day off on Saturday. My only option was to drag out the trainer.  I was not really planning on starting this trainer business until next week, but the weather sort of forced me into it.

Though I did not really mean to, I dragged my feet about it, and even after putting young Sloan down to nap, I found several things that were ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY to accomplish before getting on the trainer.  After twice deflating both of my bike tires while trying to pump them up, and fighting with my heart rate monitor, I hoisted myself onto the trainer and pushed play.

Now, I think that the Spinervals program and the methods of Coach Troy are top notch, but it was simply the worst.  I put in a DVD that was 1:45 hours long, and I was only able to stay on the bike for 45 minutes and in a turn for the even worse, I found that sometimes my cadence was a full 10 RPM's behind Coach Troy's recommendation.

The workout was so difficult and I found it to be quite evident that I had not been on the trainer in several months.  It felt like a death march, and the intervals of 15 minutes were interminable.

Also, when coach Troy would ask questions, like "How're ya feelin'?" or "Are ya workin' up a sweat?", I found myself responding audibly with "I don't know Coach Troy, but I dislike you personally."  "I am sweating Coach Troy, and I find your basketball shorts and gold shirt very unflattering".  "I wish I had never heard of you, Coach Troy."

After slinking off the bike, I felt rather depressed about my level or fitness and realized that though I hate the trainer, it seems necessary that I devote myself to improvement in this area.  So, I will be back on the trainer next week.  Bleh.