It’s been a long weekend already, mostly in a good way. Friday – I got off work and met Sarah about half way home. She took my computer and I took the ‘long way home’ adding about 8 miles to my daily total. Kinda cool – a little different. Saturday, I did the Skyloop ride again. I really like the ride – but the cast of characters can be a little sketchy. Not much I can’t handle, but at the same time – you see a guy riding a $6000 bicycle and for some stupid reason, you assume they have a clue. Just not the case. I finished off that ride with 60 miles on the day and felt pretty worked. That put me at 208 miles in 6 days which is a lot for an old fat guy with a job too.
I had planned to (and did) take Sunday off. We went to a fun cookout on Saturday night, hung out with a lot of fun people – it was fun. They had a pool – the kids had fun – it was good. We were invited to an Atlanta Beat soccer game on Sunday night. That was a lot of fun. I’m still thinking they need to eliminate the goalie or make the goal double the size to make that sport a bit more exciting – but it was fun. At least skip the overtime – go to penalty shots or something. 90 minutes ending in a tie – kind of anti-climactic or whatever the word is.
That brings us to Monday morning. I’ve wanted to go up to the “Brewery ride” on a holiday for a long time. Well – it just didn’t work out. I ate too much crap food at the soccer game. I got too tired and didn’t feel good when I went to bed. My alarm didn’t go off (or I turned it off) and instead of being up in Cartersville – I’m in my bed talking to you. I’m a little upset with myself about it, but I’m going to go ride in a few minutes. You see – it’s kinda cool here in the ATL this morning (low 50’s), so I’m waiting for the warm up.
I’m kinda bummed about my excess nibbling at the parties I attended this weekend. Why do I do that to myself? I just keep shoving food in my mouth? I don’t get it. I dream of being a tall skinny guy that can eat whatever they want – or don’t have the desire to eat extra, just what they need. Derek is like that. A plate full of his favorite food and he will stop when he is full. I think my gas gauge is broken or something. Unfortunately that just means instead of spilling gas down the side of my car – the sides of my “engine” (aka arse) gets wider.
I guess there’s no crying over last night’s dinner. I can just get up on Wilson’s sister and go for a couple hour ride. It will be nice to ride this morning. I don’t have to get to work on time, I don’t have to chase down some skinny guy on a climb… just put on some music and roll through some cooler air! We’ve got two more cookout to go to today – hopefully I can use those as opportunities to improve my eating behaviour – not further upset myself.
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The battle with food (or liquor) is a tough one. I battle it everyday too. But you recognize that, and that’s half the battle won. Hang in their my friend, you’ll get it under control. I have faith in you.
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