This morning’s workout:
Warm up: 20 minutes, Treadmill. 2.5-2.6 mph. Upped that incline, 2, 3, 4…man. Nothing adds intensity like incline. I started sweating like mad when I increased it.
Elliptical: 40 minutes. Incline, 10-11. Resistance: 8-10, RPMS 94-132
I felt VERY STRONG today.
The sun is shining.
I am a ninja.
Not to say that I am an undercover mercenary. What I mean by that, is this:
If you would pass me on the street, you would have NO idea that I just did an hour of cardio, or that I would be remotely capable of doing so. Some days, I can barely believe it. Ninja literally means, “One who is concealed.” I think that there are a lot of ninjas running around–those people who you would look at and assume are incapable or unfit, when really, they are superstars incognito!! It reminds me of a hefty guy I saw at the beginning of the Ironman triathlon in Kona a few years ago–I saw him standing in the water, as he was waiting to start the 2.4 mile swim. My first thought was, “oh man, how could he possibly finish?” I mean, this guy was definitely in the Clydesdale category (and I’m not being insulting–it used to be an actual category for this triathlon.) The camera panned in on his barrel chest and ample belly, and the announcer said something like, “…and for some, you wonder why they even came out at all…” I watched the highlights from the race, and rejoiced with all the jubilant people who made it to the end. (No, really–I always cry watching the Ironman Triathlon.) The program ended that year with a clip of that guy triumphantly walking across the finish line with his wife and two young children. =) Ninja!!
I even wrote a haiku:
The sun is shining
I’m much more than what I seem
I am a ninja!