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  • One year later

    Posted on August 15th, 2017 Scott No comments

    So, about a year ago, a friend posted something about his weight. He said "I used to joke about my weight, but it's no longer a laughing matter. I went for a bike ride and it sucked" or something of that nature. I had not ridden in about 5 months, so I figured I would try it.

    https://www.strava.com/activities/676838122

    That's all I had in the tank. It sucked. I was slow, hot, out of my sorts. I went for 27… I came home with 15.3. This ride alone ultimately was one of several factors that put me into what some folks call – a funk. I was depressed.

    Well … if you follow me, you know what happened around Labor Day. Yeah – pretty much – I decided I wasn't going to accept that my cycling career was over and that I was destined to be fat.

    Scroll forward about 82 pounds and 3720 miles – I went for a little bike ride today.

    https://www.strava.com/activities/676838122

    Just a little different! Feels great to be a cyclist!

    #blogit

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    Morning Ride – Scott Patton’s 15.3 mi bike ride

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  • Tour de Pink Links!

    Posted on August 13th, 2017 Scott No comments

    Any minute now, the Barman and Bevo Podcast will be posted, featuring yours truly!  Should you want to donate to my Tour de Pink Campaign, you can do so here!

    https://west.ysctourdepink.org/scottpatton

    For more info on the YSC….

    https://www.youngsurvival.org

    And… Look for the podcast here…

    https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-barman-and-bevo-podcast/id1230457336?mt=2

    Scott

     

     

  • I've been worried

    Posted on May 7th, 2017 Scott 4 comments

    Last year, when I finished Tour de Pink South, I took a nearly 5 month rest from my bike. I am 100% ever single excuse/reason I had was valid, important and pertinent – but the simple fact is I gained over 20 pounds in that time. I got severely depressed and it wasn't fun.

    I finished (almost) Tour de Pink South 2 weeks ago today. I have ridden once and run twice and have been secretly "scared". You see, I came up with some completely valid, important and pertinent reasons to NOT ride my bike. In some cases, it was physically impossible – but the fear comes from my complete lack of desire to even touch my bike (or workout in any way, for that matter!)

    I'm happy to report, I woke up this morning and the only thing I want to do today is …. ride my bike! I don't want to go hard, fast, train, do intervals, ride here, ride there…. I just want to ride my bike. That alone is a GREAT feeling!

    So…. a little more coffee, a few eggs …. and I'm out the door! Hope you all have a great day and … Ride your bike!

    #blogit

    

    I’ve been worried

    Last year, when I finished Tour de Pink South, I took a nearly 5 month rest from my bike. I am 100% ever single excuse/reason I had was valid, important and pertinent – but the simple fact is I gained over 20 pounds in that time. I got severely depressed and it wasn’t fun.

    I finished (almost) Tour de Pink South 2 weeks ago today. I have ridden once and run twice and have been secretly “scared”. You see, I came up with some

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  • I saw a man die today

    Posted on April 30th, 2017 Scott 1 comment

    This won't be a fun post. It was not a fun afternoon, I need to tell people and clear my mind. I was going from Nashville, TN to Sparta, TN. I had to pick some stuff up (… which is also a pretty shitty story…). I was about 8 mile from my destination when I noticed the care in front of me go over the white line on the right. Not a lot, but I also noticed the passenger was "dancing". I got cautious.

    A couple of miles later, the car in front of them turned left into a driveway. We all had to stop. The car accelerated away VERY SLOWLY. I seriously pondered dialing 911 and reporting a drunk driver. Little did I know that I didn't have enough time to make any type of difference. The car continued to swerve. Being on a motorcycle, I was making sure I had a large space cushion. I thought as long as they were in front of me – I was safe. I could control my own destiny.

    Somewhat randomly, they accelerated into a curve – this is where the story goes horribly wrong. Rather than negotiate the very easy left hand turn, they got off the road into the grass. They drove through the parking lot of an old VFW, takign out a 6×6 pole, stripping the cable from another …. straight across the parking lot into the woods. The major problem was that the place they entered the woods was over what locals called a "holler" (may be "hollar"). I called it a gulch… it was huge, at LEAST 30 feet down. I don't mean to make any fun of this, but it looked like some Dukes of Hazzard driving off a cliff.

    I pulled over immediately – nobody was coming at us, nobody was behind – I was the only person that saw this. I called 911 and told them I saw a horrific accident. They asked me if I was okay, if my motorcycle was safe, if I was out of the way. We then started trying to figure out where I was, I had no address. I read a sign, described it – the guy on the phone knew exactly where I was. I could hear sirens almost immediately. The dispatcher asked me to yell – I did… I heard no reply. I saw a lifeless arm…. I was shaking.

    Numerous emergency vehicles came, including a life flight helicopter. The Tennessee State Patrol asked me to stay to discuss the situation. I waited patiently for what had to be an hour. As I watched, I saw them pick up a body bag. It was a sickening feeling. They did pull one person (the driver, I believe, but do not know out). He left in a helicopter.

    Knowing I had 220 more miles on my motorcycle, I pushed all the feelings down. I didn't think about it much, I told a couple people – but I didn't let myself FEEL anything. I told my neighbor as I walked in. He knew I was upset. He asked if there was anything he could do – and he GENUINELY wanted to help. I asked him to grab me a couple diet cokes from the store next door, he did.

    When I walked in the door, I quite literally broke into tears. Cindy came and gave me a full motorcycle gear hug.

    I don't know how I am supposed to feel, but I feel sad, glad, confused – but I know I am grateful, too. Tomorrow I will google the incident and maybe get more "closure".

    #blogit

    

    I saw a man die today

    This won’t be a fun post. It was not a fun afternoon, I need to tell people and clear my mind. I was going from Nashville, TN to Sparta, TN. I had to pick some stuff up (… which is also a pretty shitty story…). I was about 8 mile from my destination when I noticed the care in front of me go over the white line on the right. Not a lot, but I also noticed the passenger was “dancing”. I got cautious.

    A couple of miles

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  • Why #Keto Works For Me

    Posted on April 26th, 2017 Scott 1 comment

    Why #Keto Works For Me

    It's no secret I've lost a lot of weight in the past 9 months. Most of it I can directly attribute to myself adopting a #ketogenic diet. For those that don't know, Keto is a low carb, high fat diet. Many will say "Oh, like Atkins." Sort of – but less protien, more fat. You eat 20 grams or less a day of carbs, you eat about a gram of protein for every pound of lean body mass you have and the rest of your diet comes from fat. When I heard about this – I thought it was crap, stupid, worthless…. yeah, 52 pounds and 6+ inches off my waist later, I'm a believer.

    For me, it's the perfect diet (right now). And I don't mean weight loss diet, I mean lifestyle diet. You see, I've been sober for over 29 years. Some days, I am not sober due to my "great" recovery, rather than simply saying "I cannot drink that, I am not allowed." I made a rule for myself. Also, at 29 years … 1 drink is a pretty remarkable f'up and I don't want to start the count over.

    Okay, so that may have sounded random – but in fact, it is the current secret to my success. I cannot eat carbs. They make me fat. I learned that and I believe that and I don't eat carbs. It's almost binary for me. "Can eat that". "Cannot eat that". If I cannot eat it, I do not eat it. I have cheated exactly once. I ate 2" of a twizzler. I don't have just one cookie. I don't have just a few chips. I would rather be hungry than eat something I am not allowed to.

    Now – this wont work for everyone. A friend of mine cant do low Keto because it causes his gout to flair up. Others I have heard have kidney/liver issues. I've been fine – and for that I am grateful. I hear lots of people say "It's too hard". Bullshit. Eating bacon is not hard. Eating a cheeseburger is not hard. Only eating leafy green vegetables is not hard. Picking up 400 pounds is hard. Giving birth is hard. Keto is easy.

    I have lots of tips, tricks, hacks and other comments I'd gladly share with just about anyone. The key to my success is watch my carbs, and remember the basic slogan …. "Keep Calm and Keto On".

    It's not an overnight weight loss program, it's a way of eating that gets your body using fat. Once you get there …. life gets REALLY GOOD!

    Just like in AA…. One day at a time ….

    #blogit

    

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