Oo er, getting close.
Did weights with the Serb today. Out with the volume (reps), load on the weights. It hurts. I quite enjoy it though, pushing my muscles past their limit. It's a challenge. And it's SO nice when it stops. Then onto the bike in the spinning studio as Milos wanted to measure my max. heart rate, so he can set targets for more effective interval training. I said the highest I'd ever seen was 150 about 6 months ago, for a couple of seconds, but I wasn't very fit at the time. He looked a bit sceptical about the HR, which of course acted like a red rag to a bull. 10 minutes warm up cycling, then he walked back in, cranked up the resistance and said, One minute. Go! I feel a bit of a fraud, as I'd deliberately pushed up my heart rate so it was cruising at just over 130 (my 70%), so I had sixty seconds to push it as far as I could. 1-5-4. Yay! A max. heart rate of 154. Aha! Stick that in yer pipe and smoke it! Not bad for a fat 54 year old with no knees. With my lowest rate spotted recently at 45, that's a huge span. Surely this must count for something up the hills. Surely. Milos says I lose 40% of my power because of my knees.
We're now going to be doing one day interval training on the bike followed by one day weights, then bike again. Alternate days. And I'm to keep up my distance cycling. Oops who said that?
Hilarious Serbian joke: there's theeeees bird in Serbia we call Yo-yo. It has a verrrry small, how you say BEEG, ah yes, beaKK. And verrry small eyes, and verrrrrrry small head and verrrrrrrrry small body. But ENORRRMOUS balls. So evvvvvery time eet tries to land eet goes, YO...! YO...! YO...!
Apparently Blackadder is very popular in Serbia.
Did weights with the Serb today. Out with the volume (reps), load on the weights. It hurts. I quite enjoy it though, pushing my muscles past their limit. It's a challenge. And it's SO nice when it stops. Then onto the bike in the spinning studio as Milos wanted to measure my max. heart rate, so he can set targets for more effective interval training. I said the highest I'd ever seen was 150 about 6 months ago, for a couple of seconds, but I wasn't very fit at the time. He looked a bit sceptical about the HR, which of course acted like a red rag to a bull. 10 minutes warm up cycling, then he walked back in, cranked up the resistance and said, One minute. Go! I feel a bit of a fraud, as I'd deliberately pushed up my heart rate so it was cruising at just over 130 (my 70%), so I had sixty seconds to push it as far as I could. 1-5-4. Yay! A max. heart rate of 154. Aha! Stick that in yer pipe and smoke it! Not bad for a fat 54 year old with no knees. With my lowest rate spotted recently at 45, that's a huge span. Surely this must count for something up the hills. Surely. Milos says I lose 40% of my power because of my knees.
We're now going to be doing one day interval training on the bike followed by one day weights, then bike again. Alternate days. And I'm to keep up my distance cycling. Oops who said that?
Hilarious Serbian joke: there's theeeees bird in Serbia we call Yo-yo. It has a verrrry small, how you say BEEG, ah yes, beaKK. And verrry small eyes, and verrrrrrry small head and verrrrrrrrry small body. But ENORRRMOUS balls. So evvvvvery time eet tries to land eet goes, YO...! YO...! YO...!
Apparently Blackadder is very popular in Serbia.
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