Burn Baby Biceps Burn

Started spinning. No not in circles to get dizzy, as much fun as that sounds, but the stationary bike kind. A relatively new place called Revolution Spin opened not far from my house. For years a part of my brain told me that I should do this during the long winter between biking seasons. Didn’t do that but I did start this summer.

Began with straight forward Level l spin class. Kicked my butt!! Breathing heavy from minute 1 through minute 40. After a few times I wanted more pain. Fortunately they have hour-long spin and stretch and core and spin and strength classes. Two days after the spina and core, my stomach muscles wailed in pain. I thought no class could be worse. Then I did spin and strength.

Both classes are taught by Tyrone, an ex-Marine who does an excellent job of motivating through a combination of encouragement and embarrassment. He drives the 40 minute spin extra hard since we are not getting a full hour of that. I wait until long after class for my breath to catch up. But then on to the 20 minutes of free weights. Not high numbers of pounds but very high numbers of reps. Until you feel the burn and then your burn burns.

Admittedly,  weights are a small part of my already minimal workout routine. I can go weeks, even months without touching weights. That meant that the gap between this intense workout and my readiness for it was off the charts. And yet I pushed as hard as I could.

Later that day I felt a bit sore but that’s good right? Let’s call that Day Zero. Day One my biceps screamed with pain. They throbbed the whole day. I could barely lift a fork. Day Two was actually worse. The pain level held while my arms were stuck at a 45 degree angle.  Any attempt to straighten them out caused waves of sharp and intense pain through my arms.

This lasted all through Day 5. Yes 5.  I am not the most fun, upbeat guy to start with. When in pain, serious pain, I make Attila the Hun seem like a sweetheart.  5 friggin’ days. Slowly I finally regained use of my arms. 

Yes I will probably take this class again. I will take the time to prepare by touching weights in advance…and have a morphine drip on call.

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Running Hard Just To Get Away. Gone.

Most professionals say they work hardest just before and just after vacation. This is my story of the before part.

Vacation Day One. More like Day 1.5. As of this writing I have been awake for 34 hours except for a few cat naps on the planes and a short one by the pool (I will explain that last one in a moment).

The goal of day one is to get from Chicago to Italy. Florence specifically, though it is but a one night way stand on this trip. Some part of my future has this beautiful city as the destination.

As I wake up on Day One there are multiple potential roadblocks in the way of vacation. First, the morning of Day One I wake up in Boston, not Chicago. If all goes well I make a great presentation and book it to the airport to catch a plane that will land 3 hours before we check in for our international flights and first I need to get home.

The other thing I know is that my computer crashed yesterday as I headed to Boston and only after a late afternoon call was I generally assured that a new one (sans my hard drive with most of my key files) would be waiting in my office by the time I landed. What was not yet certain was how the computer would make the 21 mile trip from my office to my home within my 3 hour window. This may be vacation but I will need access to email and files during the next 10 days. Having a working computer was vital. There were emails to write, documents to edit and instructions to leave that I could not do the night before Day One. Now all of this needs to happen in the 1 hour and 23 minutes I hope to have at home. Stress levels were off the charts.

So many things had to go right. I needed the weather gods and plane canceled for maintenance gods to be on my side and allow my flight from Boston to land on time. I needed the computer gods to stop f ‘ing with me (since they chose to crash my first computer only after I could not get help from our IT staff) and get a computer working. Finally I needed the administrative staff gods to find a solution that did not involve my wife, who had plenty of her own work to do that morning, driving 42 miles round trip to deliver my computer.

Needless to say I was skeptical that all the gods would do my bidding. In my most optimistic moment that morning I could be described as pensive. (I do not think that the story needs that line but I felt an uncontrollable desire to use the word “pensive”.)

My lucky day! Prayers answered. The client presentation was a hit. Despite being in the slowest airport security line ever, I made my plane to Chicago and it landed on time. The computer arrived by messenger at my home shortly after I did. It worked. Our son drove us to the airport, the security line was short, we got moved to economy plus seating for the 9 hour flight, and I had time to send email. This is truly one time that the overused word “amazing”applies.

The next twelve hours consisted of two planes, a couple of bad movies, a few pages of the NY Times read and little sleep. All worth it. We arrived in Florence and were picked up by a driver and taken to The Villa Cora, a 5 star hotel just outside the city center.

I highly recommend the Villa Cora. The common areas combine old world charm with a few modern touches. Our room was beautiful with a view of the city center, the basket of fruit and bottle of Champagne a nice surprise and yet being tired and hot we were drawn to the pool. One would never know they were on the edge of a city. The landscaping around the pool area and the gardens that surrounded us made it seem as if we were in the country. The pool was exquisitely tiled and the lounges comfy. Within moments we were offered a welcome drink. I desired nothing more.

I know I read for a while and lazily swam a few laps. I am told I also snored as the 34 hours of non-stop movement punctuated by the early stress of getting out-of-town caught up to me.

With renewed energy I headed solo to the city center to hit a few of Florence’s top sites and to snap a few digital pics. I had less than two hours. Not enough time but time used well. I saw and snapped picture of the Duomo (cathedral) the Cattedrale de Santa Maria del Fiore, Piazza della Signoria,  the medieval Palazzo Vecchio, and the Ponte Vecchio (old bridge).  I walked by the Pitti Palace but it was too late to go in or to see any portion of the Boboli Gardens. So much to do, so little time.

I did not have time to sit in a cafe drinking cafe or wine and just enjoy a piazza or three. That was the real disappointment. I now enjoy spending time being part of the landscape as much as running around to say I “experienced” the sights.

I did manage to take picture of some interesting looking people as well as the historic sites. After I make time to write regularly again my next project is to put together a book of the people shots I have taken in different countries. (Maybe that is a vacation in itself. With a laptop I could work and publish from anywhere.)

One hell of a first day. Now on to the sea.