First off, I wanted to thank everyone for comments left about Sunday's run. The whole idea of PTSD hadn't even crossed my mind. All I know is I was real confused about how everything progressed and how painful everything was on a relatively short workout. You bloggers are lifesavers. Thanks!
Yesterday was a rarity in Southern California. Something that happens maybe five or six times a year. Cold. Windy. Rain in buckets. Enough so that this wimp decided that running was NOT going to happen. Especially since this wimp also had sore legs, knees and hips AND the run on the plan was just a three mile recovery run.
So, instead, I pulled my old Concept 2 Model C ergometer from the garage and proceeded to row. For an hour. 11 kilometers. Got my ass kicked.
Well okay. Not for an hour. But 55 minutes is close enough. The workout was 5 minute warm up, then 3 sets of 5 minutes at 18 strokes per minute (spm), 5 minutes at 24 spm, and 5 minutes at 30 spm, followed by a 5 minute warm down. This would be the equivalent of some type of a progression run where you would run 5 minutes easy, 5 minutes at a moderate pace, then 5 minutes at a hard pace. While doing crunches and lifting two pound weights up to shoulder height. It's been a long time since I made noises while working out. The only reason I wasn't embarrassed yesterday was that it was so cold and wet outside I'm sure no one walked by the garage while I was grunting like a stuck pig. I am *sore* today. But not like Sunday's sore. This is the "good" kind of sore that tells us that the workout we did the day before has left us a little stronger. A little more fit. Yes - it was worth the ass whooping.
On the schedule today is a six mile run. It's also 38 degrees outside this morning. This wimp says this run is happening after lunch.....