Just Du It! 19 Days Until Duathlon: There Will Be Pain

I'll admit it. I was feeling macho after yesterday's 15 mile bike ride and 1 mile run....
Up until around 8 p.m. last night when those trouble-making quads of mine (whom you met in the previous blog) started to scream, burn and generally remind me that I was no Lance Armstrong. Really?!? Without futher delay, let me present to you more lessons from my quads:

1. 40 is the new 80 . . . when you foolishly zip off on your MOUNTAIN BIKE (not one of these thousand dollar 2-lb. carbon fiber deals) after a 3-month outdoor cycling lay-off! My wonderful husband had to interrupt his Angel game viewing to point and laugh as I crawled up the stairs like an 80-year old crypt keeper.

2. Muscle memory is a myth! If my muscles (to use that term very lighlty) had any memory whatsoever, then they'd remember that a 15-mile bike ride is a cake walk (did someone say cake?!?!). But MY muscles suffer from dementia - and don't remember that the things I did with ease in September 2008 should be just as easy if not easier 7 months later with all this flippin' training! Just ask my long-suffering strength and conditioning trainer Rick Lucero (you know, the cat I never listen to?) - who still can't get me to competently perform certain relatively simple exercises. We still haven't mastered that whole walking and chewing gum thing...

3. The elevators in the St. Joseph Outpatient Pavillion parking structure are there for a reason! No, they're not just there for those poor patients who suffer the indignities of defos and other rectal indignities. They're there for idiot weekend warrior employees like me who can't negotiate the stairs either upstairs or downstairs after spending the evening admiring their rock hard (but extremely sore) quads!