In A Downward Cycle

...since my last two visits with T3.

We had a house guest/intern in the form of my niece Brigit. That had Nifi and me playing host, tour guide and boss. She said it was fun but I have to think she was pretty bored with the whole thing. We did however get to know her much better now than we had some six years ago -- the last time we spent any significant time together. She managed to find several types of vodka cocktails she liked and how to induce sleep with melatonin. What a good uncle, huh?

But week one I did a Saturday Spin Class and a 30 mile ride that Sunday. I felt pretty good but the heat was becoming nearly unbearable and I noticed it most in my heart-rate, which felt like it was pounding. I managed a Wednesday night Spin Class that felt a little short but good to shake out the legs. My first real intense session with T3 was the next day. We started with a little core routine -- mine is admittedly weak. I must have not looked great because he asked if I was tired. "Yes, stressful day." He wanted to know how my legs were holding up. He had me lay on my side and proceeded to roll, push and jab a medicine ball into my left thigh. I thought I would black out. The muscles were so knotted it felt like a baseball was rolling over my femur! The pain was systemic and I was sweating like a hard ride. All I could think about was what a Civil War field amputee must have felt like... seriously, it hurt. Right leg -- not as bad thankfully.

Then we hit the weights. The leg presses had my heart up like I had just climbed Hoover (19% grade.) I tried desperately not to make excused but T3 told me I looked like a deer in the headlights. Then we did a series of standing and sitting from a one leg stance. As we walked to the next machine I swear my torso went left and my legs detached and went right.

After the final machine he asked if I felt nauseous. I nodded yes. He made sure I downed a smoothie while we talked some nutrition and preparedness for my next visit.

My legs were pretty toasted for two plus days, but it was most certainly the Ball of Pain not the weights. I did Spin the following Saturday, rendering me basically useless that night. My niece was surly baffled on why I would do this to myself. But, the dogs need our help... it's for the dogs.

Next, a sure fire way to make Nifi laugh.

Spin On