5 more minutes
It’s amazing what 5 minutes can do you for.
time and age
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.