I’ve just burned a fair whack of calories during what I can only describe as an anxiety fueled workout. I’m quite jittery in the evenings of late, and this nervous tension needs an outlet. What I would give to kick Wilson again (old post I’m not insane;)
After 45 mins on the cross trainer, I proceeded to hit the spin bike with as much gusto as I could muster. I went at it hard for 15mins, sweat soaked through two layers. My skin flouresced as brightly as my luminous pink top.
On a positive note I think my hip could cope now with some light road cycling after my crash. Ariel (My bike) is now with our LBS and I’m awaiting the call to go and collect her.