You know that feeling, in the heat of summer, when a thunderstorm comes, and then after the storm, the nearly unfathomable humidity; The thought of a dry, cold winter’s day makes you shiver.
On my ride this afternoon, after a 9 mile run this morning, I felt as if I could not move.
The air was so thick, so saturated, it felt as if I was inhaling the waste of a lawnmower, after mowing the grass, after a freshly fallen morning dew.
When this happens, you cannot oxidize the air as readily, thus seriously diminishing muscle contractions.
Imagine, one can leg press (My- I haven’t thought of that in a very, very long time) 400 kilos.
Then imagine, trying to press 1,000 kilos, repetitively. Witness my ride.
I didn’t even want to hit my recovery window. I didn’t. Not the most prudent of measures, but sometimes that’s life.
Longing to move on.
See you tomorrow J
“Drenched in my pain again, becoming who we are”
