|It's all Jason's fault|
|Slow runner sign|
Amy's spin class is just down right nasty hard. Today was no exception. After a warm-up, we had 3 descending 12 minute sets with 6 minute recoveries. Within the 12 minutes, 2 minutes harder gear at 90rpm, 4 minutes one easier gear down and same rpm, then 6 minutes one easier gear down and same rpm. She expected us to be at RPE 10 (rate of perceived exertion) for 2m, then 8-9 for 4 min, then 8 for 6m. Damn the scale, I was at the breaking point and it didn't let up during the work sets. I have never worked so hard on a machine indoors. Class over, dry workout clothes, home for 15 minutes, time for Marcomiles.
|Marcothon minimum route turnaround|
Flossmoor Public Library
|Back to cold wind and teary eyes|
The return route was right into the wind which made me cry all of the way home. Tears down the face and draining into the nose. The pace picked up a little according to the stopwatch, but I wasn't mindful of the pace. My only thought was that there should be enough coffee in the coffee maker to warm up as soon as I make it in the house.
|Signs were talking to me today|
But another day checked off. As the sign at my corner states, once to commit to doing the Marcothon, there really is no way out.