No, I fixed it. The plan I set up originally called for swims on Mondays, bike rides on Wednesdays, and runs the other five days. It seemed rather odd for a training program for a marathon to start with a swim, so I shifted a four-mile run to Monday. Now, the only thing is to find a four-mile route without getting in my car and driving around. Yes, MapMyRun.com kicks some serious posterior (Blatant plug! Blatant plug!).
I go two weeks between posts and my loyal readers start fiending like heroin addicts. Or maybe not. I'll piddle away some bandwith talking about today's workout, a 1-hour, 15-minute ride on the trainer in front of Ironman Hawaii 2005. My heart rate topped out at 168, though I admit I didn't push too hard. Still, the average (which I neglected to record on the spreadsheet that houses my plan) was about 20 points lower than any run so far. Any reason my heart would work that much easier on the bike than on the run? It's the same thin air, the same battered body, the same stressed-out lungs. Different exercise, but still, I'd love for my runs to feel as easy as my ride today.
The playlist for the ride was "1:15 workout A." iTunes tells me this is 1:15:56 worth of music. That doesn't change the fact that I still knocked off at 1:15:30. Yes, I'm stuck in the 90s. Has there been an era of music that possessed and gave away so much energy? No. Perfect for working out.
Cherub Rock, Smashing Pumpkins.
Elevation, U2
Santa Monica, Everclear
Mountain Song, Jane's Addiction.
Alive and Kicking, Simple Minds.
Wanted Dead or Alive, Bon Jovi.
Here in Your Bedroom, Goldfinger.
You Get What You Give, New Radicals.
Can't Find My Way Home, Blind Faith.
Hot Pants (I'm Coming, Coming), James Brown.
Cult of Personality, Living Colour.
Put a Lid on It, Squirrel Nut Zippers.
Knife Party, Deftones.
Learn to Fly, Foo Fighters.
Gimme That, The Resource feat. Jimmy Napes.
Tom Sawyer, Rush
Wicked Garden, Stone Temple Pilots.
Let's Rock, Smash Mouth.
If I Run, Semisonic.
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I love me some Hot Pants by James Brown.
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