Post by reginaphalange72 on Jan 11, 2014 18:44:56 GMT -5
So I finally bought a powermeter. Super excited. (Although, on my blog, it will be a "loaner from a friend" because my family already thinks I'm insane for all the gear I buy.)
Tonight I'm doing my first 20 minute FTP test and I'm both excited and terrified. I'm doing the Sufferfest Rubber Glove video. I was poking around online and found a really funny (and I'm sure, accurate) review of it just now (http://www.nonprocycling.com/2013/05/22/sufferlandrian-health-check-ouch/), and I laughed out loud when I got to this part:
The final 5 minutes though was sheer hell. I would rather have Andre the Giant snap on a rubber glove and give me a prostate exam. I felt like an octopus climbing Everest wearing an anchor as a hat! That was an actual thought I had, which will give you some idea of were my head was. My heart rate was as high as it has been for some time.
As I gasped for air using lungs that felt like I was a 5 pack a day smoker, the SufferCell time warp started happening.
And then when he's done: I felt nothing. I was too damned tired to care. I wrapped the towel around my head and got off the bike. Well, I tried to get off the bike. That bloody octopus had dropped the anchor onto my shoe. I couldn’t lift my leg over the top tube. Three attempts before I was clear of the bike and sitting in a pool of my own sweat on the floor with a dog licking my arm.
So I finally bought a powermeter. Super excited. (Although, on my blog, it will be a "loaner from a friend" because my family already thinks I'm insane for all the gear I buy.)
Tonight I'm doing my first 20 minute FTP test and I'm both excited and terrified. I'm doing the Sufferfest Rubber Glove video. I was poking around online and found a really funny (and I'm sure, accurate) review of it just now (http://www.nonprocycling.com/2013/05/22/sufferlandrian-health-check-ouch/), and I laughed out loud when I got to this part:
The final 5 minutes though was sheer hell. I would rather have Andre the Giant snap on a rubber glove and give me a prostate exam. I felt like an octopus climbing Everest wearing an anchor as a hat! That was an actual thought I had, which will give you some idea of were my head was. My heart rate was as high as it has been for some time.
As I gasped for air using lungs that felt like I was a 5 pack a day smoker, the SufferCell time warp started happening.
And then when he's done: I felt nothing. I was too damned tired to care. I wrapped the towel around my head and got off the bike. Well, I tried to get off the bike. That bloody octopus had dropped the anchor onto my shoe. I couldn’t lift my leg over the top tube. Three attempts before I was clear of the bike and sitting in a pool of my own sweat on the floor with a dog licking my arm.
I imagine my experience will be similar.
Hold me, H&F. I'm scared!
Thank you for the kind words regarding my blog post.