Sunday was all planned out on Saturday morning… It was going to be cold but Mike and I were going to hammer out 30 or 40 miles “no matter how much we had to put on to stay warm”… Perfect. Misery loves company. I’d also put in 45 minutes on the trainer on Friday and went out for an hour on Saturday. It was going to be a good weekend.
Saturday night was a celebration party for my buddy English Pete. English Pete finally bit the bullet and became American Pete (though let’s face it, he’ll still be English Pete) so his wife pulled out all of the stops and put together a dinner in his honor. Thankfully they didn’t pull out the spotted dick but stuck with a fantastic American dinner instead: Burgers, pulled pork, cole slaw and potatoes and good old apple pie for desert.
Now, for those who don’t know, what you do with the pulled pork and coleslaw is put it on top of the cheeseburger with a bit of ketchup and mayo. For the potatoes, cut them into wedges, drizzle with oil, shake on some seasoning salts and bake them till browned. My wife made the apple pie. You can count on one hand the ingredients and it was still hot when we broke into it after dinner.
Unfortunately for me, the burgers were just a little bit too good. I didn’t have one, I had two and they were big enough that I had a tough time opening my mouth wide enough to fit the burger in. I did manage to stay quite small with the apple pie and homemade ice cream though. I guess that’s saying something. No big deal though, right? I was going to ride it off on Sunday anyway.
I woke up Sunday to snow and ice covering the roads and a fair bit of flurries. Way too treacherous to ride on. Mike called at 9:20 to let me know that he was bailing on the ride (rightly so). To compensate, diet wise, I had a decent (if small) breakfast and skipped lunch then stuck with a reasonable dinner (fettuccini alfredo with chicken and a small salad) before heading out to the bowling alley.
As far as bowling went, I ended up pretty happy that I skipped the ride as, for once, I had plenty of energy left for the third game. We took all seven points available so we’ll likely move up another spot in two weeks (we are currently in fifth of something like 18 teams). That said, I did make a bit of a silly mistake… In-season I can pretty much count on the weather as long as I’m not looking too far out. I don’t have to worry about waking up to conditions that are going to keep me off the bike so I don’t have to worry about eating a few hundred calories too many the night before. Off-season, especially when there’s even a small chance of snow, I’ve gotta keep the big meals reserved for after the ride.
Oh well, if there was nothing to work on, wouldn’t life be boring? Indeed it would.