My second favorite English fella inspired this post. Sorry brother, but English Pete had me at “man-panties” (it’s a long but hilarious story).
You look at me with incredulity as I wolf down that donut. It’s not fair that I’m so thin and can eat that crap. Never mind that this is the only one I’ll eat this year. You order your tofu and tree bark salad and try to convince me that “it’s actually pretty good”- as I order my half pound bacon cheeseburger with onion rings and barbecue sauce. You roll your eyes, as if it were somehow deemed by God that some people can eat food and some, well, can’t. It must be in my genes. Maybe.
Later, you laugh at me while I’m pulled over on the side of the road, puking out the morning’s breakfast because I accidentally pushed just a little too hard on my Saturday morning fun ride. As you drive by and crane your neck in wonderment, I wink and take a quick swig of Gatorade to wash the taste of bile down. You think, “he must be f@ckin’ nuts”. Maybe.
You assume that I’m silly because I’ll spend more on my bike than I do on my car in a year (and I’m dumb because I’m happy with that). You have a pick-up and a more fuel-efficient car so the monthly fuel bill doesn’t sting so much. They both cost more than my house payment for you to keep on the road. I spend a tenth that on my bikes and they run on fat. You see that 100 mile sticker on my SSUV (Small SUV) and that 13.1 sticker and wonder what that means. The 100 mile sticker was earned because I was on the side of the road puking the last time you saw me, I winked at you while I was washing the puke down with some Gatorade. The 13.1? Yeah I just ran that to see if I still had it in me. I must be crazy. Maybe.
I don’t think I’m any better than you. Truth is, I’ll probably forget your face by morning. That’s the excuse you use as a justification so you won’t feel lazy for wasting the weekend away on the couch. How’s that working for you?
I have heard all of these things said about my friends and I.
I am not different. I am definitely not stupid. I am most certainly not insane…
We are awesome because this is the life we choose, the life we love – our 20 mile run or 100 mile bike ride is your weekend watching baseball on the recliner. We are thin, not because we have good genes, but because these bodies are bought and paid for – with sweat, puke and even a little blood now and again.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, Big Daddy’s gotta eat. No thank you, I’ll pass on the tofu and tree bark. You go ahead.
Working from my home office today, I received a visit from the J-Dubs (Jehovah’s Witnesses). They only stopped at my house and they dropped off an invite to the Kingdom Hall for an open house.
Now, there’s a 90 percent chance that they were sent to my house. If so, I know exactly who sent them. In my younger years I’d have been upset at the encroachment. This happened once, about twenty years ago and I was mad. I’ve changed my attitude a bit – being upset is both naïve and stupid, it’s all a matter of perspective:
I would be angry with a person who cared enough about me that they actually care about my soul. That I believe becoming a Jehovah’s Witness will result in the saving of my soul is irrelevant… The person who sent them does believe it will – or in other words, they care enough about me to send help to get my sinner butt into heaven.
I would have to be an idiot to be mad about that. Just a thought.
Up until about fifteen years ago I’d always held physical jobs. I would walk up to five miles a day, lift heavy parts etc. Then I took a job in the office and most of that came to a screeching halt. My weight started creeping up shortly after I quit cigarettes, and boom, I’m almost 200 pounds.
Well since those days I’ve had a few chances to get out into the field every now and again. Since I’ve been in the office, it used to be that a day in the field hurt – mainly my lower back from walking on the concrete all day. By hurt, I mean that it caused some serious “Aleve doesn’t work” pain. I’d end up on the couch wrecked for the evening and uncomfortable for a day or two after – and this is after just eight hours, walking in your standard no-padding dress shoes.
Since I’ve been cycling there has been a complete change. I spent the last two full days out in the field and it didn’t dawn on me until last night – I’m in no pain, at all. No Aleve, not even a Tylenol, necessary. I knew there would be benefits from cycling on a daily basis as far as fitness goes but I never would have guessed it would be this good. Thinking on it a bit, I suppose it makes sense, with all of the cycling my legs and core are “strong like ox”. In fact, I have to believe that this falls under the move it or lose it category because all evidence points exactly to that: While I was much younger when I was working in the field, I was used to walking around or standing most of the day. Once that stopped I quickly grew used to my seated position and began experiencing pain when I’d have to stand for a good portion of the day. In other words, I lost it.
The one thing that doesn’t make sense in this little story is that I was running three to four times a week during much of that fifteen years. One thing that could make this make sense is the impact from running. I was regularly in a state of recovery from a previous run so it could make sense that I was in a weakened state. There is no impact recovery from cycling – only muscle recovery. I won’t be spending much more time contemplating it, rather I’ll just bask in the splendor of a relatively pain-free life.
I’m so used to being in pain after a day in the field, I was shocked yesterday when I felt like I’d spent the day in the office – it could just be this simple:
Move it or lose it.