I have yet to attend a group training workout. For this I have only myself, and the universal forces of hard determinism, to blame. However, my solo workouts have been going pretty well so far. I have been running 23 times a week! Oops, that should read 2-3 times a week. On Friday I took a gorgeous bike ride up the Hudson River bike path, which runs the entire length of Manhattan's west side virtually uninterrupted. (The path is virtually uninterrupted. My ride was interrupted several times.)
Cycling great distances is starting to take its toll on my elbows and spine, and I wonder if it would be a good idea to rearrange my handlebar configuration to allow for a more comfortable riding position. I would love to ride a cruiser in the triathlon, but I think it would contrast unflatteringly with my spandex. Although to be fair, my spandex contrasts unflatteringly with the body to which it clings, so there may not be a noticeable downside to the arrangement.
This week I am going to begin running with my friend Ephraim. We've never done any sustained, strenuous physical activity together before, so I run the risk of embarrassing myself with my lack of stamina. I have worked myself up to running 3.5 miles as a basic run, which for me is pretty okay, but for a runner is decidedly subpar. The idea is that running with a partner will motivate me to not appear lame, and push me to exceed my average speed and distance. Fingers crossed.
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