Have you ever had one of those training sessions where you just wanna take the trainer and throw them across the room? Funny thing, but I bet there are many trainers out there thinking the same thing (sort of)...man I would rather throw her across the room than put up with another whiny client! Enough said.
Last night was one of those moments for me. Don't get me wrong, I adore my trainer. I know that this is what it's all about... a love - hate thing. Yes, that's it....love - HaTE! OK, well let me tell you, I didn't feel it (feel like training) and I was more than just a wee bit off my mark. This was probably my first clue that I should have just stayed home.
Power class is only 2 hours long. OnLY....yes you heard that right. This is not the class to be "just a wee bit off". You need to be spot on, ready to go with a mindset of train hard and make no excuses...not even "I am going to puke!"
Yup, you got that right, little princess almost puked. I lost count of the 15 to 20 second sprints at 97% output and you better stay there or you are off the team...meaning, I hit 27 mph as my peak so I was expected to hit 27 mph mark time, after time, after time, after time (or you are OFF the team, kicked off the island). This is where I lost count and almost lost my guts. And this is exactly when the fun began.
Lovey (aka my trainer Leah ) decided we should emulate a mini duathlon, a friendly sort of little competition. She looks directly at me and says, "I know you are competitive." UGH. Well I am, I admit, but I become a pile of goo when I feel like tossing my cookies. I wanted to curl up and cry. I know, I'm a baby, a pampered one... who's fault is that anyway?? Well here was Lovey's plan: Ride at 17-18 mph for 3 minutes (on the honor system), transition to running around the building 2x...which worked out to around 2 - 3 minutes...and do this 3x. The tying of shoe laces is what really got me...but that's a story for another day, promise.
Wait... back up, doesn't major gagging reflexes disqualify you? Well , no not in Lovey's world. She says to me on transition 2 back to bike, "That is what duathlons feel like, puking." OK, now princess is pissed off. Pissed off because I am in third place behind one gentleman and his wife, and pissed off because I realize I have gotten myself in over my head (again!). As I am throwing daggers at Lovey, she innocently smiles. Man I hate that. Love her, hate her. Just saying.
So where am I going with this...well I took third. Not good enough in my world. And I took that "What the heck am I thinking??" thought and tossed it to the wind. You see, the euphoria after the battle always has me at :
"That wasn't so bad after all."
Kinda like childbirth...just ask my hubster what I had to say after giving birth to my first son. BTW, I puked then too. Hmmmm...I know, it's hard to figure me out so don't even try. Take away message from last night:
I can do all things through Him who strengthens me.
Yup you got that right.
Be well
