Unclear on the Concept

This morning I did the most pointless (least pointful?) workout in the history of multisport. I got up at 5:30 intent on spending 90 minutes on the bike. And spend 90 minutes on the bike I did. Luckily, I didn't wear a heart rate monitor so there's no official record of the cycling atrocity I committed. The first 15 minutes, in the no-coffee fog, with wretched CNBC/Bloomberg/MSNBC/CNN/Fox stupidity assaulting me (why I went the TV route, I know not), were done at, like, 60 rpm in a very easy gear. I might have been generating 75 watts. Think, 11 miles per hour on flat ground. Then I cranked it up to 125 watts and finally, at the 45-minute mark—halfway into the alleged "ride"—I dialed up to 150 watts. There I stayed the rest of the way. I can't imagine that ride did anything to enhance my fitness. I don't even think it served "recovery" purposes. Probably, if I had slept another 90 minutes, I would have been better off. Doh! Meanwhile, yes, that is a cat picture.

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