100 Day Six Pack Challenge – Day 47
That’s a lot of rowing, my friends. A lot.
I had to kick my imagination into gear, as there is not much else that tops the bore quality of LSD cardio on an indoor machine. Though I must concede that the treadmill is the worst. All I can think about on a treadmill is a hamster on those little wheels. Anyway, my imagination has always been pretty good, and the rowing motion gets a little hypnotic after a bit, so it was easy to pretend I was gliding along on a quiet river, or pulling to the finish at the Olympics, or chained to an oar with a big strapping Viking standing over me with a… oh, wait – that’s a different fantasy. Never mind.
The farthest I’ve ever rowed before was 1K, and that was in a metcon of some sort. I had no idea how to pace myself, so I diddled a little bit at the beginning. Then again, I had plenty in the tank for a good kick on the last 1K, so I don’t know if it would make a difference. I do know that this is 10 minutes faster than my 5K running PR, which I set at a race over five years ago when I was running every day. It’s probably about 15 minutes faster than my average 5K run. I tell you what, I’d rather row a 5K than run one any day. At least when you row you get to sit down. And then there are those Vikings.
Tonight I did 3 x 5 shoulder press:
My cousin got married this weekend, and I have to confess I was a bad, bad girl. What? No, not Vikings, cake! Sheesh, people, get your mind out of the gutter. I ate enough cake to keep a small bakery’s electric bill paid. Cake, cake, cake! (said in Beavis and Butthead “Fire, fire, fire!” voice.) Heh, heh.