Yesterday I was feeling quite unmotivated to get in my workout. Having just registered for Ironman, I was surprised to feel this way, but it was raining and cold and dreary, and I wanted to lay on the couch. It didn’t help that my schedule called for 45 min of cross-training, which is pretty vague.
I had several conversations with myself about going to the Y, what I was going to do when I got there, and whether or not I should just lay down and turn on the TV. I concluded that if I am going to be an ironman, I better get used to motivating myself now. Come next summer there will be no negotiating of a 7 hour bike ride or a 2 hour swim. Ok, maybe a little on the swim, but you do not reach the finish line by skipping workouts.
With that, I had an idea. I would go to the Y and ride a bike for 45 min. But not the spin bikes with the pedal clips and resistance knobs, oh no. I decided to get on one of the “exercise bikes.” You know, the ones with the big cushy grandma seats and the ledge to set your reading material. Yes, that’s right, I brought reading material. I am a couple of months behind in my Runners World subscription, so I figured hey, why not kill two birds with one stone?
I spent 45 minutes doing “random hills” on this thing while reading. It was a different kind of workout to say the least. I still sweat my ass off, but it was kind of nice not focusing on the workout for once. In the end though, the big cushy grandma seat backfired on me, and I ended up with some inner-thigh chafe-age. I think next time I’ll stick to the spin trainer, and leave the magazine at home.