|First turbo trainer session in 5 years last night...........||GileyD|
Jan 16, 2003 4:23 AM
|Last night my wife was at work and I'd finally got the kids fed, bathed and to bed. I was not in a very good mood and was going to crack open a bottle of wine, but on a whim decided to workout on the turbo trainer instead.
I went down to the cellar and dug it out. Hadn't been used for at least 5 years, so brushed the cobwebs off and took it up into the kitchen to set it up. I opened it up and put it on the floor to be met with a primeval screech. One of the cats had wandered over to see what was going on and I had put the trainer on her tail! She is frantically running on the spot, cartoon-style, whilst pinned by her tail. I release the feline, and ignoring the subsequent malevolent glares set the bike up.
I started the CD player, put the headphones on, clipped in and started to spin. First thoughts were how easy it was, I must be fitter than I realised, and how, for a fan-trainer it really isn't that noisy. Took about 20 seconds to realise I hadn't set up the fly wheel on the back tyre!! Ah..
I hadn't bothered to set a fan up, I was in front of the open kitchen window and it was a cold night so figured I'd be ok. Couldn't work out why I was getting so hot and sweating profusely. It wasn't til I was warming down at the end that I realised I had positioned the bike so that four 60w bulbs (which I'd left on) were about 4 inches above my head.
Grabbed a towel within reach to mop up the sweat, after a bit I dropped it on the floor, so used the only other thing within reach a tea-towel. It turned out this somehow had a load of grease on it which I then wiped liberally across my face.
Tried to pass the time by trying to work out why my trusty Flite saddle (versions of which I have used since they first came out) was hurting so much. My arse felt as though I was sitting on a cold breeze-block wall, naked, after a drunken night riding a bucking bronco machine. (Or so I would imagine, ahem.)
At about the half-way mark it was all starting to gel. I was getting into the music and had my head down with my eyes shut. After a while I looked up and caught sight of my reflection in the window - I was rocking my head about to the music in a frankly rather disturbing manner. I then noticed an outside light was on in a garden a few doors down and the inhabitants were stood in the garden looking up at me with rather concerned expressions on their faces. Hey check out the freak in the kitchen over there...
In the end I managed to do an hour at 70-75% MHR, so not a bad workout. Maybe I'll plan it a bit better next time...
|Mucho :-) at that one fella!(nm)||StevieP|
Jan 16, 2003 4:50 AM
|re: First turbo trainer session in 5 years last night...........||aliensporebomb|
Jan 16, 2003 1:32 PM
|That's totally hilarious:
Neighbor1: What's he doing?
Neighbor2: I'm not sure.
Neighbor3: Looks freakish for sure.
Neighbor1: He's bobbing and shaking.
Neighbor2: He's sweating like mad.
Neighbor3: He looks like he's in pain.
Neighbor1: But why is he smiling?
Neighbor2: We'd better not ask.