Have I ever talked about how much I loathe lunges? And squats? Ugh. My hamstrings are hating life right now, let's just leave it at that.
ORNs for the last week:
Today -- 6 miles in glorious early Texas fall weather.
Yesterday -- 2 miles at the gym, 25-minute session with a trainer -- the Jump-Start thing at 24 Hr that included above lunges and squats, and a 30-minute "strip-tease" aerobics class.
Thursday -- 6 miles in glorious early New York fall weather -- to Central Park, up the west side to 96th Street, across to Museum Mile, down East side to the south end of park, then back up past Columbus Circle to the apartment. Amazing and magical and not-at-all-routine.
Wednesday -- 3.5 miles on the TM at the apartment, followed by 1 mile up the Hudson River Park one the sun came up enough.
Tuesday -- 3 miles on the TM at the apartment. Nothing remarkable about it.
Monday -- big, fat nothing. We'll call it recovery from Sunday's 11-miler. Yeah, I like that.
On a related note, I'm getting the itch to get one more tri under my belt before the season is over. That would necessitate me getting into the pool, though. And actually filling the Purple People Eater's tires with air. There is one small local with a pool swim coming up in about four weeks. I'll decide definitively by the end of this week. You'll be the next to know.