Estela is still as pretty as ever but my ride sure wasn't. You know those mechanical bulls you find in all the best Western bars? I looked like I was riding one of them. Forward and back. Side to side. But no around and around, mores the pity. My legs were all over the place, twitching and spasming and on the verge of cramping for most of the ride.
I got through the workout, minus the one leg drill. I knew it was bad when I started going clunk at 30 seconds. The odd thing is that I felt strong during the ride, just not coordinated. Not at all. Not even close. It was a shambling train wreck of a ride and I'm glad it's over. 1.5 hrs.
The only way I got through was promising myself some time with my feet up right after, and a peanut butter and nutella sandwich when I was done the workout. Feet up, 10 minutes, very nice, check.
Started the core. All of the stuff was done to failure and trust me, it didn't take very long.
Peanut butter and nutella sandwich. Check. mmmmmmm.
Julie's video. mmmmmmmmm!