I tend to drive less during the week, and shorter distances at that, leaving weekends as my only period of escape. In preparation for this week's session at Sum, I took to Google Maps. The route was far darker red than I would have liked, leading to an early departure and avoidance of the 401 as much as possible.
I cast a quick glance towards the back, but proceeded to my destination without stopping. At the nearby Starbucks, I was able to confirm the status of the tire, which was, indeed, as severe as the ladies had implied. Tire treatment was temporarily put on hold, as it was nearing my appointment time.
The most notable progression was conducting a rollup without the tension "pull-through" bar. The range of motion was now far greater, indicative of greater control required. Legs were bent over the box rather than kept straight in the starting position on the Cadillac. The arms remained outstretched in front of the body, palms placed at either end of the fitness hoop. I would then slowly lean back towards my tipping point, first by tilting the pelvis, then stacking the spine.
A second version eliminated the hoop and involved three introductory rounds of bending and straightening the lifted leg. Both hands would start grasping the ankle lightly, then travel down the leg to the thigh while rolling down. The process would reset once the head and shoulders were relaxed, then summon core strength ("bringing the ribs together") to return to the seated position. This exercise was one of my favourites from the session, given its attention to flexibility, mobility, and stability.
Navigating to the Cadillac, I was guided through a series of tension bar-assisted squats. Beyond engaging the thighs and upper body, the core would also be engaged when returning to standing position. Next up were squatting torso twists: The tension bar was pushed down while descending into a ninety-degree formation with the knees. Both hands would then shift towards one end of the bar, where one arm would be lifted to lead rotation to the back. The same would be repeated on the other arm. Likely the most challenging portion of this move was not the rotation, but the force required to keep the tension bar in place.
I did not use the Barrel on this occasion, however a handful of kneeling side bends were included in the routine.
I thanked her again, then proceeded to tackle the fearful task at hand: my Flat Tire.
By this point, the skies had evolved a grim grey, droplets pouring down on me. Following roughly forty minutes of confusion, the spare was mounted and the flat lifted into the trunk.
I thanked the technician several times and was about to bid farewell when he informed me of the driving conditions I would be required to adhere to:
"No highway, no speeding, no going past 50 km."
"Local." he shrugged.
"No speeding - okay. No going past 50 km..." I trailed off, struggling to process the new information.
"No more than 50 km." He confirmed, "If you get into an accident, we will not help you."
I began to stutter, "But I live in Mississauga!" The trip would have potentially exceeded the 50 km limit, and even more so if travelled on local roads.
"You can go 50 km, or even 100 km, but if you get into an accident, we will not help you." He reiterated.
"Well then." I thought, "It's going to be a tedious ride."