Hotdog

Just returned from a wonderful walk in the park with Ang and Tanner. I wasn't really feeling up for it tonight, and really didn't want to go very far after we started.

I've been wanting to scope out the park for awhile now, to see if there is a good connector trail I can use instead of riding the road on my Mtn Bike.

If there is anything I've learned about my enthusiam for getting out on my bike it's this- I hate ridding a Mtn Bike on the road. It just seems to me like cutting a 2x4 with a hacksaw, it's just not the right tool for the job. I have no aversion to ridding a road bike on the road, I guess, I haven't really ever done it. I owned a road bike once for about 3 months, it was sweet. A custom painted test of the new paint booth at the Specialized distribution center, one of a kind, SWORKS. If I remember right it paid for our first fridge and part of our down payment.

Back to my evening walk, I did happen to find some sweet single track that I can ride to connect the road loop I rode Tueday. It should make for a much more enjoyable ride that doesn't conflict with my anti road ethics as much.

Here is a cool pic I took of the little pond at the end of the single track.







What a great evening, and to think, I have been feeling down on myself all day for a moment of weakness. But if it were not for the guilt of eating that damn hotdog for lunch I would never have gotten off the couch tonight.

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Holy crap I'm awesome

I felt pretty good on our leisurely Legacy Parkway ride, 12 easy miles on Saturday, I even pushed Tanner when his little legs ran out of steam. 


http://nuos.info/LegacyParkwayTrail.aspx

Its funny how a little hill can smack you right back into reality.

I've been back on my super low calorie diet for a week now.
I'm not supposed to do super strenuous exercise to aviod putting my body into Metabolic overload/shock while on this plan, but the draw of an evening ride, my new found enthusiasm, and the light rain drew me out the door and onto my bike tonight.

It was a simple idea, drop down Dimple Dell for a warmup, climb back up to Wasatch to get the heart pumping, south on Wasatch to the start of the Bonneville Shoreline trail and check out the trail conditions.


http://www.bonnevilleshorelinetrail.org/parleystodraper/parleystodraper.html#hidden

Half way up the climb to Wasatch I realized I was in trouble, my legs felt great, the rain felt awsome, but I started hallucinating and throwing up....not really, but its been a long time since I bonked that hard.
So I'm less than 15 min into my ride and I become very aware of the fact that just getting up to Wasatch and back home was going to be a challenge, I'm pathetic.

I did manage to make it home as the rain started pouring down and my asthma kicked in for the first time in three years, but as I wheeled the bike into the garage I had a couple realizations:

One- Kind of random but related to my ride.  I live in a kick ass house, in a kick ass neighborhood, one I only dreamed about living in when I was younger.......Honey I take back all the negative crap I've ever said since moving in. I love it here thank you so much for pushing so hard for a home near the mountains...and yes I even got my RV pad to boot!

Two- As I staggered up the stairs through the door on my way to a hot shower and medication my new favorite song rang through my head loud and clear

I'm awesome......no your not dude dont lie.
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/im-awesome-single/id358982456  

Reflecting on how I'm fat and old...and fat

I used to be a biker...a mountain biker...

  

Porcupine Rim 1999 

I worked in Bike shops, worked for Specialized Bikes, built custom bikes, worked on bikes, lived and breathed all things Mountain Bike.  Angie and I thought of Moab as our second home, I've ridden every trail down there, most of them dozens of times.  All of our vacation used to be centered around hitting a new trail or returning to our favorites.

At some point in life, probably around the time Casi was born, I was working three jobs, and going to the University of Utah Full Time, I started getting old...and FAT!  Shes a teenager now.

Casi in the Burly...in a car seat Safety First!

It's no longer fun to try and keep up with everyone, it hasn't been for a number of years.  I wasn't riding enough to be in any kind of shape other than round, and trying to keep up with Jer and Dad just sucked, Mountain Biking sucked.
  
Casi Bar M loop 2006

Afton and Tanner Bar M loop 2006
                                                                                
Its not like I quit riding altogether, we would take the bikes on all our trips and sometimes even ride them!  But not often enough to feel good when we did go.  I remember riding the Bar M loop in Moab, a pretty easy trail for all intensive purposes, and feeling like I just had my A$$ kicked.  Casi out rode me on that one I think, and Jeremy didn't even break a sweat hauling two kids in the Burly.

Gooseberry Mesa 2000

 So here I am, 38 years behind me, BS and Masters Degree behind me, back in the best job I've had in years, done with remodeling projects for the year, and all out of excuses.  Its been 4 months since I made two commitments to myself. One, to drop all this disgusting weight I've been carrying around and slowly adding to for the last 20 years.  And two, start enjoying life again, start skiing, biking, climbing, and playing like we used to, get back the legs and lungs I used to have....even better I want to be able to kick my old selfs butt!

The scale registered 234 lbs yesterday down exactly 30 lbs so far.

Time up up the ante and get back on the bike again.