90 minute HR endurance spin class today. Less effort than the 90 minute climbing class yesterday, but still, my 3rd 90 minute spin this week.
Of course, if the weather ever decides not to be completely crappy on any weekend in north Jersey, I'd be out running.
Might do a short run later. After spin, Philip and I went for dim sum in Secaucus, NJ, and ate all the food! A really good place! He had the chicken feet though, I couldn't bring myself to try them.
I am the queen of stupid injuries. They usually occur within 24 hours of registering for a goal race. A few years ago I registered for a goal marathon, and the very next morning I jammed my (bare) foot into the bottom of a metal folding chair. I would have sworn I broke three toes.
I iced, swallowed half a jar of advil, and two days later I taped the smaller toes to the bigger toe and ran. Still hurt, but not so badly. Then there was the big one, in 2006 I ran my first (and only) trail half marathon. For the first 3 miles, I was gliding along pretending I was a deer; then I tripped on something under the leaves and went down hard on my right shoulder. No more deer, now I felt like an elephant. I don't know how I finished that stupid race.
I couldn't raise my right arm more than an inch or two, had to run with it hanging t my side. I think I broke it, but never got it checked. I couldn't lift it normally for weeks, then that shoulder hurt in a mild way for years. Then there was the tiny chip in the road that I tripped on at mile 20 ish of NYCM 2007, and a million or so falls and other clumsiness. I guess that's why I never wanted to be a ballerina, like all the other girls in kindergarten.