I’m 26:02 into my 45 minute trainer session. I glanced at the clock because it’s the first time I want to quit. I’ve been pushing the hard gear since I started pedaling and the effort is starting to hurt. I’m just a few days away from up-shifting to a harder gear and I’m not exactly looking forward to it… I make February’s brutal so I can enjoy March and April.
I’m at the end of a documentary on Carroll Shelby (Shelby American 2019 on Netflix – if you liked Ford vs. Ferrari and want to know the rest of the story, this is a FANTASTIC watch) and I look up from my Garmin as the credits begin to scroll down the screen… and that’s when I see it. Against the black screen. The back lighting must have been just perfect to pick up the reflection of my leg because I’ve never seen my reflection in my tablet’s screen before. Every chiseled muscle in my left leg popping against the effort. Muscles I knew were there, but never knew were there.
You hope they are, of course. You train hard and eat pretty well, but unless you’re outrageously vainglorious, with your favorite floor mirror propped before your trainer, you never really know if your legs look awesome…
Until you catch a glimpse of your glorious leg bobbing up and down as you pedal, because the lighting was once in never, just perfectly so.
You know what happens next; I picked up the pace and pushed harder against the increased resistance. I cursed progressive resistance and settled into my pace. As the light outside died, the reflection went with it and I’m left watching Terminator 14(ish)… the one with Christian Bale as John Connor and Sam Worthington as the Terminator turned good guy until the timer hits 45:00.
Training is going well. We’ve got just 36 days till spring and I’m ready for it.