That translates: riding the trainer--in this case for two hours (35 miles). It's not the most exciting ride in the world. True, I have my iPod and Fatboy Slim sets a fine tempo, but after a couple of rides he's wearing a bit thin. (Except "Acid 8000"--that never gets old!) But I gleaned some useful information about nutrition, pace, clothing. (The Zoot shorts don't cut it--not without some Body Glide. And the Hammer Gel Vanilla? ICK!!)
I almost met all the goals for minutes and miles for this week--exceeded those in swimming and cycling in fact--but fell short in running. Seems every week I'm going to fall short somewhere, but I'm up to ten hours a week training, which is more than double where I was a few weeks ago.
Oh, Jim finally finished assembling the X-Lab Carbon wing and Gorilla cages. The result (absent the water bottles) resembles the alien "bitch" from "Aliens". Scary!!
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