I made a potentially crazy decision last night that I followed through on this morning. Alice and the children are visiting her parents in Virginia for a few days, so I am without a vehicle as our second car is uselessly occupying my back yard. Being the innovative and daring individual I am (ha ha), I decided to ride my bicycle to work this morning. I thought, "It's only 3 miles. It won't be all that bad."
Then I started the journey.
As you might already know, I am doing Beachbody's Insanity workouts. Those things are near-death experiences almost every time, so I figured riding a bicycle couldn't be nearly as involved. I was wrong.
It's amazing how little you notice the various undulations in the road when you're driving a car. I've driven the same path I rode this morning literally hundreds of times and never noticed that the bulk of the trip TO school is generally uphill except for a few brief moments of gentle downslopes. And, of course, the journey is capped with a monumental upgrade for the highway overpass.
I made it to school, but not without a lot of heavy breathing, burning quads, and sweat. And the whole experience was fueled by a soupy bowl of Protein-enhanced Cream of Wheat. Not exactly the best meal one can eat pre-workout.
I still have to get home this afternoon (I'm writing this during some down-time at work). Then I'm supposed to do Shaun T's Fit Test and go to a karate class this evening. Somehow I think that 4 workouts is a bit much for one day. Something might have to give, but I don't want to 'not' do something.
There's a potentially crazy decision just waiting to be made about this evening, and I have no idea what I'll end up doing...