Sunday, 12 November 2017

Week Ending 12/11/2017

I smelt the edge of the road to fitness this week and again I realised that the entry to it requires me to be with someone else.

I'm not the strongest guy at CFStK, and I'm not the fittest dude on the bike, so trying to keep up with others in both this week meant I had to be conscious to be efficient with generating an output, and to ignore my body's protestations.

In the gym it was another partner workout with Tommy that kept me pushing. There was no time to wallow after a rep because he needed the equipment, the team.. the whole... the partnership... the thing bigger than just me, demanded it. Do the movement, then move out the way. There was more than just partner workouts too, front squats, squat snatch and squat cleans all made sure my quads were ripe for riding on Sunday.

The route was about Ironbark and Flatrock, with the intention of conversation everywhere else, but being the gents we are, half wheeling abound* and any conversation was achieved between importunate breaths. For the first time since venturing back on to a bike I had moments where I could spin a gear at high power, though they were mere interludes between the wallowing 50-60rpm range my ripe legs naturally fell into. Again though, it was the presence of others to challenging me that directed me towards that aforementioned road... the one that smells leads towards fitness.

For the moment I'm happy to know I'm near that road, that I'm heading in a direction and might even have some choice about the destination.

* It's possible I'm guilty for this behaviour, but I'm not here to point fingers at myself.

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