To prove I don't completely ignore my calf's warning whines, I hit the Lifecycle for 60 minutes this morning at Planet Fitness. Their recent ad was hysterical - it starts with several super model-looking women at a gym, not working out. This is taken as a bad thing - I mean who would want to go to a gym with good looking people? that would be so demotivating. Instead, you should go to Planet Fitness where all the shlubbs like you go - because there is no better carrot for putting your body through pain then seeing people who have the same average to mediocre bodies. If I keep working out, I can look like them!
The 60 minute spin was relatively pain and enjoyment free. In honor of the MAF training, I kept my heart rate at around 136 - I could literally hear my fat burning efficiently. If I was a real man I would have gone for a 90 minute ride in Marin in the cold and drizzle but my bike is locked in my storage closet at home and the key won't open it. Swear to God. This happened to Lance in chapter three of It's not About the Bike.
I wonder if Mike can see me starting to figuratively pull away from him
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