I started a job as a prep cook in a kitchen on Monday. Between the prep kitchen and the main kitchen, there is a flight of stairs.
In a six hour shift, I lost count how many times I climbed and descended those stairs. And yesterday I noticed something.
My gluteus somethingus was really tender. For years, I’ve been trying to find a way to consistently work on my glutes. I may have found it, and it’s helping pay the bills!
However… Every silver lining has its cloud. This was a small one, and it will quickly blow through. This morning I tried a bike workout.
I had prescribed an hour, but I only lasted fifty minutes. After a ten minute warm up, I did four times five minutes at Zone 4, two minutes off. Then I cruised for twelve minutes, and then bailed.
For me, training without a plan is hard. Harder still, apparently, is training with a plan I created. I really have trouble focusing during workouts. And that happened today.
That and I couldn’t get my heart rate up. But I’m just going to put it down to the stair climbing, and embrace the benefits that will provide for training in a few weeks.
(In no way is the work I do in this kitchen comparable to Orwell’s kitchens from Down And Out In Paris and London. Nor any other professional kitchen I’ve worked in.)