That’s right, my friends. At 4:30 am, when I woke, my weight was 177 pounds.
By 1 pm I weighed 171 pounds.
Sadly, this was only because I was sicker than a dog with a nasty stomach bug. The weight was mostly back by the time I woke up this morning. Call it 175.
Unfortunately this was only because I was sick. Not a little bit sick, I was hit. I’ll save the descriptions.
Against common sense, I ate some pizza for dinner. I expected that would put me over the edge but it didn’t. I began feeling better immediately. I ate slowly, and only two slices, at first. Once my stomach had time to settle, I ate again. And again.
I sweated it out last night.
My friends, I rode 106 miles today. It sucked and it was hard and I wanted to quit a time or five, but I got it done. I’ve got another 100 tomorrow.
I’ll have to play this by ear, of course. I want to be mindful of my health, but so far, so good.