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Where I blame the weather for my general klutziness
We’ve been having a bout of bad weather in & around casa de batzer. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself with regards to my yard (this can be read as a statement of fact: that am I bad at keeping up with the yard1).
Anyway, with bad weather, I have to improvise my workouts. I should be running more because I have the Virginia Wine Country half-marathon in less than two weeks. But, I hate running in the rain.
Wait, that’s not really true – I don’t mind working out in the rain, as long as I’m already sweaty by the time the rain starts. Starting a run in the rain? It sucks donkey balls. But if it rains as I’m running? The precipitation is actually welcome.
(I should note that my first 5k, and my first successful 100k bike ride were both done in torrential downpours, so you’d think I could bring back happy memories of accomplishment to get myself going, but no, I hate starting a workout in the rain)
Anyway, because I hate starting runs in the rain, and because the weather sucks so bad that the grass on my yard is over a foot tall in some areas (again, totally the weather’s fault, and not my own lazy predilections), I find myself spinning in the mornings. A few years ago, I found a spinning bike on eBay, and I’ve been very happy with the purchase — I can get a really good workout, while watching a movie, without ever moving. During those mornings that I feel that I need to work out, but can’t bring myself to run, I spin.
This was one of those mornings.
I decided to watch the original Rocky as I did my work on the spinning bike, because, well, why not? And I was going along pretty good. And then I went to stand, out of the saddle, and my right cycling shoe accidentally unclipped from the pedal. I immediately slowed down, but my legs were in motion — well, one leg was in motion and the other was flailing about. And then the pedal hit the shin of my right leg. And the flywheel kept on spinning.
I posted the picture to Twitter, so I won’t repost it here, but, basically, a metal pedal scraped along the length of my right shin. At first, I thought “ow,” and stopped spinning. And I tried to walk it off . . . but that didn’t go so hot. So then I looked it & saw the blood . . . and EEEK!
So I sat down.
But, Rocky was on. And would Rocky have let a little scrape get in the way of his training? Heck no. I cleaned myself up, increased the resistance, and pedaled slowly, but surely, for another 15 minutes.
I really don’t think this freak accident is going to affect me, in the least, for my half-marathon, but I keep thinking that the very thing that I chose to do, to help my running, nearly brought the running to an end.