Something happened on Monday that hasn't happened in a really long time. I left work planning on riding the exercise bike and didn't follow through. There really weren't any GOOD reasons, I just didn't want to. Now, it may have been because I was a bit tired from all of myIowa State win celebrating but that is probably no excuse. So, what is a real man to do? I made up some fake excuses to myself and my wife (I had to do some work) and didn't go down to the hotel gym. Fail.
In my defense, it turns out, my hotel gym isn't really all that good. In fact, as I drug my butt down there on Tuesday, I realized that it had a bit of a prison cell feel. That is, if your prison had a huge mirror wall instead of the risk of getting shanked and a not very comfy bunk bed.
It even smells sad.
Either way, I was able to get a solid 75 minute exercise bike ride in. According to the H1N1 sesspool above, I biked 29.7 miles. As I watched the miles tick by, I couldn't help but think about how I really wanted to be running. Just like an attendee of an AA meeting, I can confess: Hello, my name is Adam. It has been just over six weeks since my last run.
Probably the most frustrating thing is that I haven't had any pain for the last week to week and a half. Based on everything that I've read, that is a very VERY good sign. Most people agree that you need to have no pain for 2-3 weeks before you can start to physical activity again. By the time my appointment rolls around, I'll be right at 3 weeks with no pain. Score.
Now, don't get me wrong. I think that if I had to I could run. But, until I start messing with sasquatch, I'll be the one chained to the recombant bike.