Explaining the Mental Obsession of Alcoholism, for those Who Aren’t Alcoholics… In 30 Seconds (Or Less)
Many people wonder what possesses an alcoholic to drink like we do, why we can’t just “stop”… Here’s a vastly oversimplified explanation:
Before I quit, I had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other.
The angel was powerless over the devil. The devil always won. In turn, I was powerless over that little red bastard.
Working a program of recovery simply gave the angel a 9mm with a fifteen round clip.
The reality, of course, was a little more complex. I had a whole committee running around in my melon and once I started entertaining the thought of getting drunk, an argument ensued. The “let’s get hammered” caucus overpowered everything else. When I sobered up, I learned how to develop new Kung Fu against that caucus. Eventually, through A LOT of practice, I learned how to discard that initial thought as useless garbage, rendering the “let’s get hammered caucus” impotent.
I learned how to win… And it’s worked for decades. The “devil” side still rears its ugly head every now and again, tries to pry its way into the discussion every now and again but the good side’s Kung Fu is strong.
I will never claim that I won’t drink tomorrow, but I won’t today. As long as tomorrow never gets here, I’m good (and it never does, not if I’m working in recovery).
Simple as that, and we learn early on: Keep It Simple Stupid.
If there’s anything that gets me a little misty thinking about cycling, one thing that I’m genuinely grateful for… Besides having the bicycle equivalent of a Ferrari, beyond the fact that I can nearly drop weight at will, beyond the clear head and cleansed heart… Way past the hard work, good food, is one thing that wraps all of those other things up with a bow… It’s the friendships, new and rejuvenated.
I’ve finally got a sport where I can be the guy that people want to invite to the club ride. That guy who will lay his guts on the road till he’s absolutely whipped, so his buds can catch a good, fast draft. The guy who can and will pedal 16 miles an hour into a 20 mph headwind on the bar top so he can block more wind for his wife, then work his ass off to keep up once she’s got the tailwind. The guy who will do his best for the gang…
It’s said that it is always about the bike. It is, except when it’s about the engine.
The best thing about road cycling, about cycling with a group of friends, is that I get to be one of those guys... I love being that guy.
It’s the weekend my friends! Ride hard, eat well, and Respect the Engine™