It's November, must be time for stairs.
For the last umpteen years friends (these days it's pretty much just Jim K) and I have been running stairs in the fall and winter to mix it up and to cross train for cycling. Today was the first day.
Yes, I have been hitting the stairs a fair bit already but not running. And not so soon after a big effort. Ouch.
We usually alternate flights walking the stairs two-at-a-time and running them two-at-a-time. We start with four flights total and add one each week until we hit 15. By then 1) we are sick of stairs and 2) it's almost time to go racing.
The first walker was fine. The first runner was probably the hardest runner I have ever done in my life. No joke. My legs felt like concrete; I simply could not make them turn over quickly. It wasn't that I was breathing especially hard, my legs just did not work. You know when your legs feel like they are filled with lead? Exactly.
The second walker was cake by comparison and the second runner was luckily a tiny bit better than the first but not a lot.
And then Jim went home. This morning I thought I would do at least four additional walkers just to round out the workout and keep it 'real' but I was so done after just two more. Holy hate. It's amazing how blown my legs were.
The ride home felt much better at least. Hopefully I can come around in a day or two.
|Time of Day||stairs - 6:00 AM|
|Weather||mid 40s, dry, partly cloudy, calm|
|Time||stairs - 26:59|
|Distance||stairs - 6 flights|
commute - 9 miles
|Pace||stairs - dog doo|
|Equipment||stairs - Brooks Defyance|
commute - Town Bike
|Clothing||stairs - shorts, short sleeve active T, long sleeve active T|