He Left Me To Die...Alone...

Choi choi choi, I know its not good to use the word die, you know us Chinese, very pantang about such things. So I have to clarify that it is used figuratively. And it's not a scene from Combat (the tv series), or Platoon, or any war movie.

I am referring to RPM yesterday. I expected Lionheart to be there, my fellow in arms, my rakan seperjuangan....but alas, save for Horny, there were no other familiar faces. One of the appeal of class is knowing your fellow classmates are suffering too. Misery loves company. It's even more appealing when you know your fellow classmates, and there's a kind of camaraderie. In the darkness of the RPM studio, I felt all alone, in my pain and torture.

I haven't done RPM for goodness knows how long. One thing that always amazes me about RPM is the efficacy of the cooldown. All that "get rid of the toxins and lactic acid" stuff actually works. Coz while during the class, every muscle, fat, sinew and bone seems to hurt, after doing the cooldown, it miraculously disappears and one is able to walk out of the studio without looking like a cripple. I am of course speaking from the perspective of an irregular RPM-er. Though I can conceive how it can possibly get easier. It's like body pump, it never gets easier. I find it's best to day dream during RPM, it makes the passage of time so much faster. Now, what was I day dreaming about yesterday? Probably nothing, because it seemed to last forever.

Well, there's no point doing an indepth analysis of the tracks, torture is torture, and we all know the sequence. I reckon RPM or cycling cant be very good for ze crotch....having said that, one of my friends, an ex national cyclist, (probably in the early 80s), does have at least 2 kids, so maybe the effect on the crown jewels is exaggerated.

Summary:
Workout : 1 rpm class (50 minutes)
Food : Breakfast, cereal (post) with low fart milk
Lunch, salad with some roast chicken
Dinner, steam boat, lots of boiled stuff....foo choke (bean curd skin), fish, fishballs, (as in fish paste made into balls, not the anatomy of the fish), sigh, noodles, (how to have no carbo), an egg, .....quite healthy mah, hor. Papaya.