5 more minutes

5 more minutes

It’s amazing what 5 minutes can do you for.

time and age

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Then there is time in sport.

There is nothing like sport to teach you about the value of time. Nothing. This really rang true for me on a recent bike ride. I was doing a handful of intervals as 5 minutes on and 5 minutes off. “On” meant hammer in the big ring. “Off” meant the usual catch your breath and get over it. My first thoughts when I saw this in trainingpeaks? Child's play. 5 minutes is nothing.

Until I did it. 5 minutes is definitely something. The first interval had me hammering my little heart out up hill. I assumed based how my lungs and legs were feeling I was in minute 4. I checked my watch, 1:33. Oh. Hammer, hammer. Check again. 2:54. Seriously? Hammer, hammer, vowed not to look at my watch anymore and wait for it to beep. Years later, it beeped.

Then I had 5 glorious minutes to spin my legs out and contemplate the universe or whatever else I wanted to do while recovering. I thought surely 5 minutes wouldn’t be enough. But I was wrong, again. 5 recovery minutes was luxurious, almost an eternity before I was going to do it all over again and again and a few more times. I probably only road my bike for about an hour and a half but I appreciated every second of it.

When I get sucked into watching movie trailers or browsing online, hours can go by and I hardly notice. Take that amount of time and apply to exercise? By the time I come home, it feels like I’ve been on a journey, in a good way. I feel like I’ve been gone so long, my neighbourhood may have grown-up and moved out.

Lesson? Time is precious and I get the privilege of learning this every time I break a sweat. #winning.

 

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