What's that?
Win.
Win!
Last night I chased chickens and started the process of learning to complete a Triathlon using a conventional rather than a Southpaw stance.
I suspected the lack of gym work and the lack of Balboa viewing would have destroyed all my previous training gains. I am happy to report that a little garden digging and a certain amount of Leonidas have done their job in restricting the otherwise inevitable plunge into decrepitude and enfeeblement.
3km treadmill - crawling pace and no incline.
10Km bike - on Cardio mode maintaining heart rate at 147 in honour of the fact that I would rather have been playing snooker !
15minutes - X-Trainer level 8.
100m Swim - crawl but that describes both stroke and pace.
This was followed by my specialist event in which my 'It's a knock out' joker was played - steam room and Jacuzzi.
In order to reward my body for its exertions I treated it to several Stella's and a cheeky Hamlet moment.
1 comment:
There's nothing I can do about it. Except I wanna tell you this once and then I ain't gonna say it again. But John you got another shot. This is the second shot. At uh I don't know the biggest title in Neath, and you're gonna be shiftin' gears with, with the 179th most dangerous athlete at The Springfield. And just in case you know your brain ain't workin' so good. All this happens pretty soon and you ain't ready. You know you're no where near in shape. So I say for God's sake. Why don't you stand up and fight this guy HARD?
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