I really shouldn’t complain…but I will anyway.
I finished up my last meeting today around 4 and was dropped off at the Movenpick hotel at the Stuttgart airport. I thought it would be a great thing to go work out. I had noticed when I checked in that the fitness center had a Model D rower, and I was itching to do some long slow meters.
So, I suit myself up, put on some nice podcasts, sit down on the rower, adjust the foot height, and pull on the chain. It was bad. Really bad. The clutch was going on the erg, so it would lurch and grind on the pull. I thought it might calm down over a few pulls, but no, it was entirely unusable.
If there had been no erg, I would have contentedly toddle over to the bike and just gotten going, but my shuffle to the bike after failing on the erg was quite depressing. I hopped on the bike and watched the minutes pass glacially toward 30. At 30 minutes, I had had more than enough pedalling, so I moved over to the treadmill. Here I cranked up the incline all the way to 15% and walked briskly (at 5km/h) for another 30 minutes.
By this point, I was tired, sweaty and bored, so I decided to call it a day.
Tomorrow morning I have a 7:10am flight out of Stuttgart through London back home to Boston. It will be good to get back to a working erg!