…like an 8 x 500m erg workout.
I’ll admit I complained a bit and said, “can’t it be six for the first one? Built it up two every week?” But I sucked it up and did it.
For all the non-rowers out there, a 500m erg isn’t just any workout on a rowing machine. It’s as hard as you can push for 500 meters. Keep in mind one lap around a track is roughly 400 meters, or a quarter-mile, so this is just past a quarter-mile run. Multiply that by eight times with only two minutes “active rest” in between. The lactic acid burn is more intense than a high noon July stroll across the Death Valley salt flats.
The alarm strummed at 4:59 a.m. and I rolled out to a light dusting of fog this morning. Holly and I decided, after checking the weather forecast (quarter-mile visibility), to play it safe and skip doubles this morning. In exchange, we faced the dreaded 8 x 500. And, I could only be two seconds up from my 2k spilt time, meaning a 2:06, on each 500-piece! Yikes!
Besides managing to not regurgitate my insides, I pulled well on all the pieces. The first four were all 1:59 and under, starting at a 1:57 average and slowly inching up. Number five was a 2:00 even. By then, I had to jump off the erg and walk outside in the cool twilight air. My legs quivered with each step, but I had to stand up for a bit. Number six tanked hard. It’s gross, but phlegm caught in my throat and I lost my breathing rhythm. My spilt jumped to a 2:11 and I spent 75 meters inching it back down. It finished out at a 2:01. Seven was worse and ended at a 2:02. For magic 8, I decided to lay it all out. Instead of taking a high 15, I did a flying start followed by a high 20. The piece ended with me sucking wind, a well-done legs, and a 1:57 spilt.
Rower, torture does have a name, and it is the repeated 500m- spilt. Coming soon: 10 x 500! Merry Christmas to me!