Also, my gym membership ran out, I don’t have pool access right now, and I haven’t explored my other options. I do live within 3 miles of two different lakes, maybe I could ditch the gym and swim in the nasty, smelly, green waters of Madison?
So instead of solving these two uncertainties, I went out for my first bike then run brick workout. How fun! Right before the first stoplight a guy dolled up in his Trek spandex passed me. Thank goodness for that red light, because right then and there I decided I’d try and keep up with him. He was wearing spandex, he obviously knows what he’s doing. I kept about two pool lengths behind him (50 yards), I was pedaling my butt off determined not to lose him. Then he made an unexpected turn in a direction that I wasn’t planning on going in, but the stalker in me decided a reroute wouldn’t be so bad. We headed into the arboretum. The hilly arboretum. I watched him vanish into the distance at the first hill.
Darn it all. There goes my faux cycling coach. So I continued on, into the arboretum, enjoying the day, cursing the hills. I looped around back into the city and onto the lakeside bike path. My legs were feeling pretty tired by now, but my goal was to experience that sandbag-for-legs feeling that I hear triathletes speak of. I locked my bike up, took off my sweater, and started my run.
The run wasn’t bad at all. No jelly legs. I ran two miles with no problems. My only problem is that this workout didn’t scare me into finding a training plan! (TeeHee!)