1. I thought my lungs were going to explode, but I’ve been there before, after pretty much every practice in high school. I knew I would be fine afterwards, but damn if it didn’t hurt. Still, there was no way I was going to let her beat me. At Boot Camp, we were on the third hill repeat and I was hot on Diane’s heels. She can consistently run around 8.5 or 9 miles an hour when she wants to, and I was right there, ready to pass her at the top of the hill. There was nothing on the line, but still, a player’s gotta play. I had to get by her to get it in her head that she had to work hard or she would get passed on her marathon coming up in a few weeks. So off I went, passed her right at the tippy top of the hill, and heard something resembling “Ohh garaawrdlle!!!” Which I think means “Sweet baby Jeebus, that guys got some wheels on him!!! Maybe I should step my game up a bit!!” You know what? Yeah, that just happened!! Step ya game up.
Nothing makes you feel more bullet proof and truly bad-ass than biking through Edmonton traffic in the morning dark, performing 1-rep max deadlifts, followed by an aneurysm-inducing run faster than a 55 year old energizer bunny on speed all in the same day.