I consider myself a pretty level headed kind'a person. I make decisions after a well thought out process. So far, this has served me well. I have no complaints.
A long time ago, I read somewhere that a logical person makes the right decision 95% of the time, given the facts and conditions of the moment. Circumstances may change after the decision is made which at time it may render the decision as a bonehead decision.
This is what happened to me this past Friday.
Well, who am I to decline such a special invitation. I have heard of such classes. I have heard that they are not for the faint of heart. I have heard that it'll whip you in shape, like it or not. I have heard all these marvelous things and now with my daughters recommendation and invitation, I had to try it.
And so I did. I showed up on time and ready to go. First thing I noticed was that I was the only male in the class. Not a problem, I can do this. Second thing I noticed was that I had at least 20 years on the rest of the class. Again, not a problem. I can so do this.
It also turns out that my daughter had been bragging about me to her friends and co-workers. As the class started, I told the trainer that I would do my best to keep up, to which he replied: "You're an Ironman, you'll be just fine." And so the pressure increased.
Throughout the 90 minute class, I managed to go through the 8 or 9 stations without consequence. Some where pretty tough while others were very manageable. I could begin to feel which body parts needed work. My estimate was that I lost a least three liters of sweat, if I lost a drop. As the class concluded I was happy, happy that I survived. Happy that it was over. Some of the ladies came over and asked if this was my first time at a class like this. "What? was it that obvious?" was what I thought. But I simply replied that it was. They in turn said, "wow, you did good." I smiled and thanked them. I told my daughter how polite these ladies were. I think they were trying to make me feel better!
I still had a 40 minute run. Not sure how I managed to do this, but it got done!
And then it hit me. Like a ton of bricks. I was tired and exhausted. My body began to hurt. My muscles began to get tight and my legs began to feel heavy.
On Saturday, I could hardly walk. With every step I took, my quads felt like hot pokers were being dug into my leg. I made the decision to bypass the spin class scheduled for this morning. But the swim I thought would help. So off to the pool I went.
After I finished 2200 yds in the water, I tried to get out of the pool but was having a difficult time. My legs were not willing to help. One of the lifeguards came by and asked if I was okay. "Yes. I. Am." and gave him that 'leave me alone' look.
The rest of the day was not any better. It was difficult to move around. I spent most of the day on the sofa.
Yesterday (Sunday) I thought the legs were feeling better, so I went for my run. Ha! Nothing doing. It ended up being more like a very slow walk. I don't think I have ever moved so slow in my life. It took me 1 hour and 40 minutes to go 3.5 miles. Yeah, it was pitiful. My hope is that in a couple of days my quads would have forgiven me for the abuse so I can get back to proper training.
So, what have taken from this: 1). I have an amazing daughter. I would do this for her again, in a heart beat. 2). Not really necessary trying to keep up with good looking, younger women. I will loose every time. 3). I'm not in as good a shape as I thought I was. Time to get extra work on my legs.
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