On an average day at work I climb about 1,360 stairs. Long about Wednesday afternoon I start tiring out.
It wasn’t such a big deal when we were working on the Third and Fourth floors, but now we’re all the way up on Twelve and the whole “not having a working elevator at our disposal is starting to suck.
Now, for those in construction, you’re thinking, wait, we work down, not up! Very perceptive! You’re right! Except when a job gets screwed up through incompetent management. Then you work up a couple of floors, then down five floors, from the middle, then down two more, then you mess with twelve and the penthouse. Without an elevator. Brilliant. It is what it is.
Yet, I digress… Big time. At least it’s an excellent fitness opportunity.
So last night my legs were feeling rather smoked when I got home. I almost took a night off, but I won’t be hitting the trainer on Friday due to bowling and I took a day off for my daughter’s swim meet on Monday. I don’t need the miles – those trips up and down the steps are better than trainer time anyway, but my 45 minutes on the trainer is still therapy… and I’m not missing three days in a week. Nope.
So, I’m sitting on the bed, not looking forward to hammering out 45 minutes in the hardest gear and it hit me; active recovery day. With a new spring in my step, I suited up and threw a leg over the top tube. I cued up Pacific Rim on Xfinity on Demand and got lost. By lost, I mean it. I was third from the last gear and maintaining my perfect cadence (don’t ask me for the number of RPM, I have no idea – it just feels right), just spinning away. A while into it I decided to check the time, only to see I’d gone over by a couple of minutes… And that’s how a session on the trainer should go. Unfortunately, those days are rare.
I woke up this morning feeling considerably better.
Ride hard, my friends.