Ah yes, winter. It’s snowing outside and a (no so young) triathlete’s thoughts turn to, um, working out.
My training for the 2010 season officially began last night and continued on this morning. Last night, with a nice layer of dirty snow and ice blanketing the ground I put La Machina in the back of my truck and drove over to the basement of the Velvet Cr̬me Popcorn Co. where I joined about 50 of my closest tri buddies in something called PowerHour. PowerHour is basically a spin class, except just about everyone on their bikes is a triathlete or cyclist preparing for the season. Yup, you guessed it РHUGE quantities of testosterone were in the air and I felt awfully fat. Luckily last night's class began gently - rumor has it that last night was an anomaly. Let the Butt Kicking Begin!
As if last night wasn't fun enough, this morning I hit the pool for more punishment. After a hiatus of about 4 months from any sort of serious pool workout, I joined 5 of my closest friends for a nice, hard pool workout. 7 time ironman Jene was is the coach of the torture session and she began the season with a bang - a nice combination of ladders, drills and something she called oxygen deprivation. Fun, fun, fun! Let the Butt Kicking Begin!
