I slept 'til I felt like getting out of bed. I got up and around, talked to my mom and started doing homework. Mitch went for a ride outside and returned in 45 minutes, exclaiming, "It's cold as BALLS out there!" We ate lunch and I hopped on the trainer for an hour-long climbing session with Chris Carmichael & Co. My legs felt great! While I stretched and messed around on iTunes, Mitch rode the trainer while playing Wii. Yes, he's multi-talented. After a nice hot shower, I put heat on my back and Mitch massaged my healing muscles. I finished up my homework for the day, and then we went to Outback to use our Christmas gift cards. Now we're back at home and as soon as I put my PJs on, we'll curl up on the couch and finish watching Prince Caspien.
And now Chip is on my lap, purring contentedly. Life truly does not get any better than this.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Back Pain
While I think the strength training routine I adopted back in October has a lot of benefits, it also came with a side of back pain. For the past few months, I've had nagging muscle soreness is my mid- to upper-back, and it finally started curtailing my activity a bit. I can't, for example, do "supermans" without big-time pain (they used to feel good), not can I do "V-ups" and similar exercises that require me to lift my shoulders and legs at the same time.
At the suggestion of a friend who is a physical therapist, I went to the doctor on Tuesday and was disappointed that her solution was a prescription for muscle relaxants. I asked her about alternative therapies but she insisted I take two of these per day for the next two weeks, then see her again.
So now I've added something new to my days: Laurie-brand back rehab. One muscle relaxant, followed by a series of yoga-like stretches; a hot, wet towel on the back; and a focused massage, all right before bed time. That way, I don't really feel any drowsiness that could go along with the medicine and I'm not relying on drugs to fix what I don't really think they can fix.
At the suggestion of a friend who is a physical therapist, I went to the doctor on Tuesday and was disappointed that her solution was a prescription for muscle relaxants. I asked her about alternative therapies but she insisted I take two of these per day for the next two weeks, then see her again.
So now I've added something new to my days: Laurie-brand back rehab. One muscle relaxant, followed by a series of yoga-like stretches; a hot, wet towel on the back; and a focused massage, all right before bed time. That way, I don't really feel any drowsiness that could go along with the medicine and I'm not relying on drugs to fix what I don't really think they can fix.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Worst Cyclist Ever
At least, that's what I've been for the past two weeks. It started so strong around Christmas, with better dedication to the trainer...but for the past two weeks, I've been buried in grad school work. I still get down to the rec for strength training three days a week and we're pushing ourselves harder, but I haven't done a good trainer workout in way too long.
I want to have a successful race season, and I think I can. But I realize that the priority has to be my degree - for which I'm paying $760 per credit hour - so some weeks, I'm just not going to be able to work as hard as I'd like. It's frustrating, though! When the weather turns, I'll probably cut down on the strength workouts and ride at lunch...that should help.
And speaking of bikes, there's a cop outside my office window trying to load a bike into the trunk of his police car, without success. Should I go out and offer to give him a hand? Dressed in high heels and a suit, that could be pretty funny! He's still sitting there, puzzled...
I want to have a successful race season, and I think I can. But I realize that the priority has to be my degree - for which I'm paying $760 per credit hour - so some weeks, I'm just not going to be able to work as hard as I'd like. It's frustrating, though! When the weather turns, I'll probably cut down on the strength workouts and ride at lunch...that should help.
And speaking of bikes, there's a cop outside my office window trying to load a bike into the trunk of his police car, without success. Should I go out and offer to give him a hand? Dressed in high heels and a suit, that could be pretty funny! He's still sitting there, puzzled...
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Photos from Searchmont
Here's the gang getting ready to hit the slopes. It was so cold in the morning that this was the only photo I took before lunch!
Like last time, we brought all our own food so we didn't have to pay ridiculous resort prices for lunch. Here's Jon and his enormous sandwich.
I think I might have the weirdest husband in the world...
Me and Kristy are not messing around as we venture back out into the cold. We will stay warm!
The girls are ready to go!
Jon is cool, even though he's on a snowboard. Since he can keep up, we'll forgive him this transgression.
Matt had some spectacular crashes in the morning, but fared much better in the afternoon. The man loves to ski and never gives up!
And who is this sexy snowbunny? That would be Ray...make the pic big and look at the bottoms of his skis, and tell me what you see!
Back in the woods, we visited out favorite little cliff. Jon landed in a puff of powder.
The most essential part of the night: drinks in the hot tub!
Friday, January 23, 2009
Yummy, Yummy Treat
I've recently gotten into the habit of eating frozen dark chocolate. I buy a Hershey's bar, break it up and put it in a plastic sandwich bag, then toss it in the freezer. When I need a little something sweet, I grab one and bite into its frozen semi-sweet goodness. It makes a delightful, dull little crunch and doesn't even have time to melt. Mmm mmm mmm. Frozen Andes mints are extra good, too!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
What I'm Reading
I'm not quite sure why I decided to list the book I'm currently reading on my blog, but I supposed if they're going to be up there, I should make a practice on commenting on them once I've finished. So, let's play catch-up:
The Invisible Wall by Harry Bernstein was a pretty good read. It's a memoir told supposedly from the view of a 4-8 year old boy, but it definitely didn't have the voice of a young child. While reading a narrative that mimics the thought process of a kid can take some getting used to, I think using that tool and then showing development as the character ages makes a book more authentic. Aside from that, I found the relationships between the Jews and the Christians in this World War I-era book fascinating. Most of the time, you think about prejudice going only one way; but in this book, the Jewish families (especially the adults) held just as many negative stereotypes about Christians as the Christians held about Jews. Almost everyone was equally unyielding in their beliefs that the two groups should not mix, up until the end of the book.
I also finished The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb last week, and loved the first half of the book. It dealt with the challenges faced by a fictional survivor of the Columbine shootings, but did so from her husband's point of view. Unfortunately, the character development stalled about halfway through and the author introduced all these crazy, distracting plot lines. I've heard that his other books were amazing, so I'd be willing to give them a shot sometime.
Now I'm rereading The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett, because I received his newest book for my birthday and I understand that, while it's not a sequel, the two are related. I do reread books multiple times; I can't even tell you how many times I've poured over Gone with the Wind or some of my other favorites, but even when I don't like a book, I usually give it another chance. Maybe it will mean something different to me at a later time, or maybe I just wasn't ready to understand what the author intended.
Someday, when I have a house, I will have a room designated as the library. There will be no TV and no computer - just expansive bookcases, comfortable chairs and soft lighting. And it will be my home sanctuary.
The Invisible Wall by Harry Bernstein was a pretty good read. It's a memoir told supposedly from the view of a 4-8 year old boy, but it definitely didn't have the voice of a young child. While reading a narrative that mimics the thought process of a kid can take some getting used to, I think using that tool and then showing development as the character ages makes a book more authentic. Aside from that, I found the relationships between the Jews and the Christians in this World War I-era book fascinating. Most of the time, you think about prejudice going only one way; but in this book, the Jewish families (especially the adults) held just as many negative stereotypes about Christians as the Christians held about Jews. Almost everyone was equally unyielding in their beliefs that the two groups should not mix, up until the end of the book.
I also finished The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb last week, and loved the first half of the book. It dealt with the challenges faced by a fictional survivor of the Columbine shootings, but did so from her husband's point of view. Unfortunately, the character development stalled about halfway through and the author introduced all these crazy, distracting plot lines. I've heard that his other books were amazing, so I'd be willing to give them a shot sometime.
Now I'm rereading The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett, because I received his newest book for my birthday and I understand that, while it's not a sequel, the two are related. I do reread books multiple times; I can't even tell you how many times I've poured over Gone with the Wind or some of my other favorites, but even when I don't like a book, I usually give it another chance. Maybe it will mean something different to me at a later time, or maybe I just wasn't ready to understand what the author intended.
Someday, when I have a house, I will have a room designated as the library. There will be no TV and no computer - just expansive bookcases, comfortable chairs and soft lighting. And it will be my home sanctuary.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Mad Dash
That's what last week felt like: a mad dash to the weekend. On Sunday, I smacked myself upside the head and finally realized that I had a ton of homework to do and not nearly enough time in which to do it. After lounging away my Saturday and a good deal of Sunday, I had until 7 pm on Friday to learn two chapters for stats and turn in a set of corresponding homework problems; find, read and summarize about fifteen journal articles on job training; and outline the group paper on job training. This doesn't sound like all that much, but with work all day and two celebratory dinners inducting me into my late twenties, I was pretty strapped for time. So I took the day off work on Wednesday and spent it camped out at the kitchen table. I slogged through confidence intervals, hypothesis testing and analysis of variance (we'll see how well I've mastered the material when I take my exam tonight) and learned all about behavior modeling training, the impact of age on the effectiveness of training and that there is something known as Pygmalion management. By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, I was able to shove all that out of my mind and focus instead on my long-anticipated weekend plans: skiing in Searchmont!
As always, we had a grand time. Six of us stayed in a cottage about half an hour from the resort and skied all day on Saturday. It was cold, but the snow was great. I'll post some photos when I have them uploaded! We learned a very important lesson, though:
The best place to buy alcohol in Canada is Michigan.
Suffice to say, we ran out of booze at 8:30 pm on Saturday night. So we went to bed at 11:00 pm. So much for an all-night party!
And unfortunately, all of the above is another way of saying that I did not get on the trainer all week. I did strength training (excessive lunges before a day of skiing is not advised) but it's hard to do power intervals when your nose is stuck in a book! This week will be better...
As always, we had a grand time. Six of us stayed in a cottage about half an hour from the resort and skied all day on Saturday. It was cold, but the snow was great. I'll post some photos when I have them uploaded! We learned a very important lesson, though:
The best place to buy alcohol in Canada is Michigan.
Suffice to say, we ran out of booze at 8:30 pm on Saturday night. So we went to bed at 11:00 pm. So much for an all-night party!
And unfortunately, all of the above is another way of saying that I did not get on the trainer all week. I did strength training (excessive lunges before a day of skiing is not advised) but it's hard to do power intervals when your nose is stuck in a book! This week will be better...
Friday, January 16, 2009
Learning from the Girls
Amanda is a perky, put-together gal who loves to cook and wants to look great on the beaches of Mexico this spring. Melissa is a slim, pretty bride-to-be who wants to look her best on her summer wedding day. Dena is a no-nonsense, efficient mom trying to get fit and healthy.
These girls are my team. The four of us work out together three days a week in the Rec Center's multi-purpose room. We grab weights, steps, fit balls and mats, blast some music and take turns concocting exercises for the various muscle groups. It's not focused. It's not systematic. But we work our butts off for almost an hour, offering encouraging words and commiserating when someone brings a particularly torturous exercise to our workouts.
I never would have chosen this team, and I've never worked out like this. As a high school and college athlete, my workouts were not about feeling good or looking good: they were about performance, and everyone doing the rills or running the ladders was intense. We were focused, determined and not in need of encouragingpats on the back. The reward was the place, the medal, the personal best, the trip to States. I did any outside-of-practice training with either guys or other intensely competitive girls.
So I was a loner in the weight room last year, when I started getting ready for my first season of mountain bike racing. I'd ask coworkers if they wanted to come down to the Rec with me, but if anyone had taken me up on it, I'd do my thing and they'd do theirs. My training didn't carry the gravity it did in high school but I was still focused. Needing both internal and external motivation, however, my best intentions didn't always pan out. Then I started going to a strength training class in the Rec with Amanda and Melissa. I'll admit, I did it more to build friendships than get a good workout, but it turned out to be a really good class that often made just the process of getting out of bed a bit tricky.
The class ended right before Christmas, but the three of us felt we could keep going on our own. Dena joined after the New Year and, even with the varying levels of athleticism, coordination, fitness and strength, we're all seeing some tangible benefits. We're even signing up for a team-based weight-loss competition; only two girls have real weight-loss goals, but part of the battle is motivation and, as a team, we can provide a healthy dose of that!
Because of these girls, I've learned that I don't have to be so intense to get results; that you can train effectively even when everyone's out there for different reasons; and that challenge and competition isn't the only way to interact in training. Maybe it's more realistic, at this stage in my life and athletic career, to find this kind of camaraderie rather than the "push it" mentality of my former teammates and friends.
These girls are my team. I might not of picked them but I sure wouldn't trade them. They'll never ride with me - except maybe on the rail trail - but their friendship and support motivates me. We usually attribute parts of our success to effective coaches or strong teammates who are striving for the same goals as we pursue. As for me, I'll give a good deal of credit for any success I have on the trail to an aspiring chef, a former cheerleader and a Wii Fit devotee.
These girls are my team. The four of us work out together three days a week in the Rec Center's multi-purpose room. We grab weights, steps, fit balls and mats, blast some music and take turns concocting exercises for the various muscle groups. It's not focused. It's not systematic. But we work our butts off for almost an hour, offering encouraging words and commiserating when someone brings a particularly torturous exercise to our workouts.
I never would have chosen this team, and I've never worked out like this. As a high school and college athlete, my workouts were not about feeling good or looking good: they were about performance, and everyone doing the rills or running the ladders was intense. We were focused, determined and not in need of encouragingpats on the back. The reward was the place, the medal, the personal best, the trip to States. I did any outside-of-practice training with either guys or other intensely competitive girls.
So I was a loner in the weight room last year, when I started getting ready for my first season of mountain bike racing. I'd ask coworkers if they wanted to come down to the Rec with me, but if anyone had taken me up on it, I'd do my thing and they'd do theirs. My training didn't carry the gravity it did in high school but I was still focused. Needing both internal and external motivation, however, my best intentions didn't always pan out. Then I started going to a strength training class in the Rec with Amanda and Melissa. I'll admit, I did it more to build friendships than get a good workout, but it turned out to be a really good class that often made just the process of getting out of bed a bit tricky.
The class ended right before Christmas, but the three of us felt we could keep going on our own. Dena joined after the New Year and, even with the varying levels of athleticism, coordination, fitness and strength, we're all seeing some tangible benefits. We're even signing up for a team-based weight-loss competition; only two girls have real weight-loss goals, but part of the battle is motivation and, as a team, we can provide a healthy dose of that!
Because of these girls, I've learned that I don't have to be so intense to get results; that you can train effectively even when everyone's out there for different reasons; and that challenge and competition isn't the only way to interact in training. Maybe it's more realistic, at this stage in my life and athletic career, to find this kind of camaraderie rather than the "push it" mentality of my former teammates and friends.
These girls are my team. I might not of picked them but I sure wouldn't trade them. They'll never ride with me - except maybe on the rail trail - but their friendship and support motivates me. We usually attribute parts of our success to effective coaches or strong teammates who are striving for the same goals as we pursue. As for me, I'll give a good deal of credit for any success I have on the trail to an aspiring chef, a former cheerleader and a Wii Fit devotee.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Three Fun Things I Did This Weekend
1. Spent quite a few lazy hours reading in my parents' living room, with a roaring fire and my favorite man.
2. Went on a short, snowy hike at Island Lake with Mitch, Mom, Dad, Bobby and Roxi the Amazing Trail Dog.
3. Stuffed myself with potato pancakes - a childhood favorite - for my almost-birthday dinner.
2. Went on a short, snowy hike at Island Lake with Mitch, Mom, Dad, Bobby and Roxi the Amazing Trail Dog.
3. Stuffed myself with potato pancakes - a childhood favorite - for my almost-birthday dinner.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Lazy Cat
Get on the trainer. Start spinning. See cat on the couch. Think how nice it is to have company, even the passive type.
Keep spinning. Increase intensity and cadence. Realize all those lunges and squats did tire the legs, after all. Recover. It's only the warm-up.
Grind through power intervals. Glance jealously at cat sleeping on the couch. Say his name to wake him up. Take that, lazy cat. Oh, now you're sleeping again.
Keep doing power intervals. Finish water bottle before cool down. Throw empty bottle into kitchen. Cat doesn't move. Wish he could get more water. Will him to grow opposable thumbs and some motivation. Fail. Swear to exact vengeance on cat species later.
Keep spinning. Increase intensity and cadence. Realize all those lunges and squats did tire the legs, after all. Recover. It's only the warm-up.
Grind through power intervals. Glance jealously at cat sleeping on the couch. Say his name to wake him up. Take that, lazy cat. Oh, now you're sleeping again.
Keep doing power intervals. Finish water bottle before cool down. Throw empty bottle into kitchen. Cat doesn't move. Wish he could get more water. Will him to grow opposable thumbs and some motivation. Fail. Swear to exact vengeance on cat species later.
Detroit
My dad grew up in downtown Detroit. When he was a kid, he and his friends rode their bikes through their neighborhood with an abandon not present in even today's most safe communities. Fast forward a generation: my dad's childhood home is a crack house, smoldering on the evening news after a fire destroys it.
I definitely grew up in the suburbs but I've got some great memories of Detroit. We'd attend church with my grandparents; hit up a Wings game; go to Cobo Hall for the boat show; stuff ourselves with goat cheese in Greek Town; get dressed up for a performance at the Fox Theatre; pack a picnic and spend hours in Hart Plaza, waiting for the fireworks to blaze over the Detroit River. Every time we went, my dad navigated the streets like he belonged there, just as he once had.
So I think you should read The Courage of Detroit by Mitch Albom. The column romanticizes a lot of things and parts of it grate on me politically because the very citizens of Detroit who love the city so much have a hand in its downfall. But it also conjured up some memories and, dare I say, feelings of pride?
I definitely grew up in the suburbs but I've got some great memories of Detroit. We'd attend church with my grandparents; hit up a Wings game; go to Cobo Hall for the boat show; stuff ourselves with goat cheese in Greek Town; get dressed up for a performance at the Fox Theatre; pack a picnic and spend hours in Hart Plaza, waiting for the fireworks to blaze over the Detroit River. Every time we went, my dad navigated the streets like he belonged there, just as he once had.
So I think you should read The Courage of Detroit by Mitch Albom. The column romanticizes a lot of things and parts of it grate on me politically because the very citizens of Detroit who love the city so much have a hand in its downfall. But it also conjured up some memories and, dare I say, feelings of pride?
Monday, January 05, 2009
Returning to Reality
Having such a nice break for the holidays sure was nice, but it's strangely nice to get back to work and have some more routine. I learned that, if I were to ever work from home, I would have to be very disciplined and stick to schedules. I thought I'd be much more productive between Christmas and New Year's, but I really just finished some good books. OK, that's not strictly true: I did a bit of homework, housework, reorganizing and training. Two workouts on the trainer, to be exact. It's nothing like Andrea's level of commitment (You rock!) but it's better than last year at this time.
Now that I'm back to work, life looks like this: no lunch break, just training (MWF) or studying (TTh); after work, more studying and at least two trainer rides a week (three, ideally); some time for Bible study (the goal is to not have to cram the day before small group anymore!); and regular efforts to keep the apartment neat and tidy. Oh, and Mitch is starting a class at LCC this term! He wants to earn an engineering degree (this is a long-term goal) but has to start with some math and science basics, since he did business at Alma. I'm helping him navigate requirements and processes, since it's kinda what I do all day, anyway. As I told a friend, this means we will be even more boring than before!
And with that, it's time to go home. Stats test tonight...wish me luck!
Now that I'm back to work, life looks like this: no lunch break, just training (MWF) or studying (TTh); after work, more studying and at least two trainer rides a week (three, ideally); some time for Bible study (the goal is to not have to cram the day before small group anymore!); and regular efforts to keep the apartment neat and tidy. Oh, and Mitch is starting a class at LCC this term! He wants to earn an engineering degree (this is a long-term goal) but has to start with some math and science basics, since he did business at Alma. I'm helping him navigate requirements and processes, since it's kinda what I do all day, anyway. As I told a friend, this means we will be even more boring than before!
And with that, it's time to go home. Stats test tonight...wish me luck!
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Grad School Status
I definitely neglected to update about this because I was so caught up in the loveliness of Christmas, but I am now in the second term of my MBA program. Final grades were good last term, so I'd like to keep the streak alive. However, this term I have Applied Quantitative Analysis (stats) and Organizational Behavior. O.B. is similar to my communication class last term: read chapters, participate in discussion board and write papers. The biggest differences are that the emphasis is more on the papers (including some interesting self-assessments) than on the discussion board; and my instructor is not a complete twit, as was the case in communication. Suffice to say, this class is not all that hard.
Stats is another story. Like last term's finance class, I have to teach myself "numbers stuff," which is challenging. But I only have to take exams every few weeks instead of every week, which means remembering more material for each exam. In fact, if you've seen my Facebook status over the past few days, you've probably noticed that most of my life is currently revolving around my stats book. An exam is imminent!
Oh, the dryer is done! Must get duvet cover out quickly and iron it before it wrinkles terribly! Darn you and your persnickity fabric, Calvin Klein!
Stats is another story. Like last term's finance class, I have to teach myself "numbers stuff," which is challenging. But I only have to take exams every few weeks instead of every week, which means remembering more material for each exam. In fact, if you've seen my Facebook status over the past few days, you've probably noticed that most of my life is currently revolving around my stats book. An exam is imminent!
Oh, the dryer is done! Must get duvet cover out quickly and iron it before it wrinkles terribly! Darn you and your persnickity fabric, Calvin Klein!
Friday, January 02, 2009
2009 Race Schedule
Once again, Mitch and I plan to focus on CPS races for 2009. As a natural sprinter, endurance racing holds no appeal for me; and Mitch says he doesn't really have the time to train for them, either. So here's the schedule for the DeYoungs:
April 19: Yankee Springs TT
May 3: Fort Custer XC
June 7: Hanson Hills XC
July 11: Boyne Marathon XC (Mitch only; I'll be there as a supportive spectator)
July 26: Stoney Creek TT
August 22: Maybury XC
September 13: Addison Oaks XC
September 27: Pando XC (probably Mitch only...I hated that race last season!)
Looks like good times, eh?
April 19: Yankee Springs TT
May 3: Fort Custer XC
June 7: Hanson Hills XC
July 11: Boyne Marathon XC (Mitch only; I'll be there as a supportive spectator)
July 26: Stoney Creek TT
August 22: Maybury XC
September 13: Addison Oaks XC
September 27: Pando XC (probably Mitch only...I hated that race last season!)
Looks like good times, eh?
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Happy New Year!
We had a great night in Lansing with our awesome Alma friends, ringing in the New Year (thankfully sans Mim's version of Auld Lang Syne from last year) at Jon's. One of the best parts of the night, though, was figuring out that we'll actually be able to get a good group together for a weekend of skiing in Searchmont this month. Last time, only Jon could go and I had bronchitis. It was still awesome, but a bigger group will be even more fun.
No 2009 resolutions for me; I think the professional, educational, spiritual and physical goals toward which I've been striving should keep me busy enough. I'm happy to report that training has been going rather well. I did trainer workout on Monday morning and Wednesday afternoon, and both went well. I have a few questions, though, if anyone would care to weigh in. They have to do with insensity and cadence.
I've found that there's a really fine line (like, one gear) between low, medium and high intensity for me. When my intervals are shorter (for example, 30 seconds in the first half of the Train Right mountain bike workout), I can usually hit the proper cadence in my high intensity gear. When the intervals get longer (2 minutes in the mountain bike workout), however, I can't maintain the proper cadence in my high intensity gear and have to drop down to my medium intensity gear to keep my cadence up. So, here's my question: should my high intensity gear be my high intensity gear no matter how it affects my cadence? Or should I drop down to an easier gear when necessary to keep my candence up?
I also struggle with keeping my cadence up during recovery periods, even though I get to drop down to a low intensity gear. It's getting better, but I can totally tell I am a sprinter. Fast twitch muscles, baby! In high school and college, I never ran a race over 200 m! Training for greater endurance is a new experience for me.
No 2009 resolutions for me; I think the professional, educational, spiritual and physical goals toward which I've been striving should keep me busy enough. I'm happy to report that training has been going rather well. I did trainer workout on Monday morning and Wednesday afternoon, and both went well. I have a few questions, though, if anyone would care to weigh in. They have to do with insensity and cadence.
I've found that there's a really fine line (like, one gear) between low, medium and high intensity for me. When my intervals are shorter (for example, 30 seconds in the first half of the Train Right mountain bike workout), I can usually hit the proper cadence in my high intensity gear. When the intervals get longer (2 minutes in the mountain bike workout), however, I can't maintain the proper cadence in my high intensity gear and have to drop down to my medium intensity gear to keep my cadence up. So, here's my question: should my high intensity gear be my high intensity gear no matter how it affects my cadence? Or should I drop down to an easier gear when necessary to keep my candence up?
I also struggle with keeping my cadence up during recovery periods, even though I get to drop down to a low intensity gear. It's getting better, but I can totally tell I am a sprinter. Fast twitch muscles, baby! In high school and college, I never ran a race over 200 m! Training for greater endurance is a new experience for me.
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