Training, Trainer, Crazy Person.. Any difference?

Saturday is my strength training day at the gym. I pay money for my trainer to kick my a$$. I've missed 4 weeks because of Dad, kids and life getting in the way. I am really really happy to say that I am not as balance-issued as 6 weeks ago. But I still have a long way to get to true core strength. We started out with a simple Alpine Hill Bike Test, or 15 minutes of pure HELL, basically the same thing. I'm prepared for hills. But really haven't prepared for hills, if you know what I mean. But I did it and my heart rate was in the lower end of the range. YAY. Score one for Jenny!

Then we went up and we got to business. Straight off, 39 seconds of the Plank. I am loving the plank. My goal is 60 seconds.

Jumping Jacks for 60 seconds, some scary resistance band exercises and then running on the spot for 60 seconds. Another strength exercises then more cardio. See a pattern? And I didn't pass out, it was great! My arms hurt like a bugger today though.

I've looked at few more bikes and think I've narrowed it down. I would like the BIanchi, but telling Sal that I need a bike that has the price tag of a HYUNDAI isn't going to happen. So I will go for the TREK. About $900. So not horrible. And I think I'm going to enjoy biking, I might *might* be a reformed runner, so I want a decent bike. And after driving in Cochrane yesterday, I'm going to do the Duathalon, just for sheer spite. I can do that bitch. I'll bike it. I just won't care about time.