No, not a short arm. Arms. You. Guys.
Once upon a time I won a set of aerobars for being the very last person to cross the finish line. Except that it wasn't even there anymore. I guess they figured I needed all the help I could get, and they're not wrong. Here's the story.
However, per the photo, you can see these aero bars are much too short for me. I gifted them to my buddy Lori, but she's a tall girl, and they were too short for her too. So, who has arms short enough that the balance point for your forearms are only 7 inches from the hand grip? Send me a story, and the bars can be yours.
Day 1. I was good! Downstairs for 45 minutes of leg exercises and core, including pushups, low and slow squats, bicycle crunches and other stuff.
I'm seriously bummed about work rescheduling a training course to this Wednesday. There is a 5 K lunchtime run for United Way or something, and I was looking forward to it. I've never run at lunch downtown. Now I won't be able to make it. And the bigger team I'm part of is having a social starting early afternoon and I won't make that either. Sigh. I always thought time was invented so everything wouldn't happen at once.