So I lay unconscious and tangled in my flannel sheets a bit later than usual Monday morning and did not get to the gym until 6 am. In the past month I've been showing up with the other Type-As I find waiting in the dark, their car engines running, impatient for the doors to be unlocked at 5:30. I love my gym. The Salvation Army Kroc Center, now that I've settled into my winter training program, is my home away from home that I visit three mornings a week.
metabolic efficiency, I now go to the gym on an empty stomach and sit on the stationary bike for half and hour to 40 minutes spinning over 90rpm in my endurance zone. Then I eat a homemade snack like these raw pumpkin cookies made with *fresh pumpkin* Colin threw together the last time he showed up on my doorstep because Jessica was having a girls night in and she suggested he did not possess the requisite estrogen stores. I highly doubt that, but I acquiesced and allowed him to derail my exciting Friday night plans anyway. I thought asking my guest to make these cookies, which required he wrestle the skin off an honest to goodness sugar pumpkin when most folks would have reached for a can of puree, was a fair exchange for the nice *cooked dinner* he devoured. I'm doing the raw food thing now, so I have to walk the walk. And I have discovered raw squash is fabulous.
Anyway back to the gym. The grainless cookies were yummy, especially after riding for 40 minutes on an empty stomach. So I had just polished off two of these babies and was sitting in front of the smith machine on a physio ball about to do another set of pull-ups when who should walk in but none other than ex-coach Colin himself with Dana Hanchin, founder of Sturdy Girl Cycling and neighbor on Bowman street. How fun! I was shocked to see the likes of him at 6:40 in the morning, that was for damn sure. They both flashed big grins at my open-mouthed look of astonishment. My peeps at my gym!
"I dragged him in here to show me the ropes," Dana explained. She had a cute striped wool hat on as she strolled over to the dumbbells like she owned the place.
"Colin? Show you how to use a gym?" Now I was bewildered and Colin laughed as he stood over me, eyeing up the pumpkin coconut cookies peeking out at him from their little tupperware jewelcase in my gym bag. When he left 3434 the other night they were still in the dehydrator.
Dana and Colin both did a set of unilateral dumbbell rows on adjoining benches and I resisted the urge to walk up to both of them and pull their backs into extension a bit more. Everyone does that exercise wrong, and I had already showed Colin how to do it perfectly at our old gym. By the time I had finished my superset of pull-ups/triceps overhead extensions and decline sit-ups they were over on the other side of the place anyway.
By the time I was done training my back, triceps and core and was ready to spend 10 minutes doing upperbody plyometrics drills in the aerobics room, I had lost them and figured they had split, but no, there they were, on the mats doing their core work, which is when I snapped the picture above. I noticed Colin had the ubiquitous iphone on the mat with him, so a few minutes later instead of walking back over and bothering them again I sent Colin a text inviting them down to the pool with me so we could play on the waterslide after doing some laps. Yes, I said waterslide. My gym has an indoor water park ostensibly for kids but sometimes we adults have to fling ourselves over the edge just to remind us that we are still a bit reckless. It's a pretty low-risk way of feeling like you are not quite as old and boring as the folks working next to you in the office, anyway. I, for one, know that neither Boss #1 nor Boss #2 would have gotten dizzy on a corkscrew-shaped waterslide before work even began. Actually they would probably be over the weight limit anyway and not allowed to climb the ladder.
So there I was in the aerobics room. I had executed a few overhead medicine ball tosses toward the opposite wall when in walks Colin.
"Who is Louis?" he asked.
It turns out that the auto-complete feature on my Droid did not understand the word, "plyos" so it created a little confusion:
So much for stopping in to say goodbye.
I sprained my ankle badly two weeks ago: first by rolling it while running in the Wiss with Madison and Chloe, and then the next weekend I left the dogs at home and took the Yeti out to Belmont and was awkwardly attempting a new off-camber log over, got my wheel over the top and got stuck from lack of momentum. What other reason is there to get stuck on a mountain bike? I unclipped my left leg and put my foot down towards the ground but the weakened left ankle crumpled under me and I was pinned under the bike; I heard my ligaments tear a bit around the ankle and the pain was excruciating. I figure I have a grade two partial tear of my extensor digitorum brevis. So my new self-designed winter training program was supposed to start last Monday with great fanfare, and it did, but I had to make some adjustments due to this injury. Namely, no lower body plyometrics at all, no kicking in the water, and I stayed off the mountain bike for 10 days.
|it's turned into a cankle|
Anyway, I did get back on the mountain bike to ride with 46 men (!) on Thanksgiving day in French Creek, which was fun because I was demoing a Yeti ASR5 carbon that Brian Wester the Yeti rep then allowed me to take home so I could dial it in a bit more and give it a whirl in the Wiss and Belmont. Tomorrow morning I will take it out to Belmont where at 11 am I can also demo whatever bikes they have there from Scott as Breakway is doing a demo of Scott road and mountain bikes there.
Perhaps a Contessa Spark RC? I'm so over pink though.