Getting dressed this morning, I went to put on my belt. Tried for the hole I used for the past ten, maybe fifteen, years. Couldn't quite get there without generating uncomfortable constriction. No biggie. I thought I could just back it out one hole. No dice. Still too tight. I had to step one hole further back and swallow my pride. So here I am, a month off the bike, experiencing my first significant weight gain since college.
SVR observed this whole ordeal and said, "You're going into work early and we're having leftovers for dinner so you don't have to cook this evening. Come home from work and get on your friggin' trainer!" Tough love. After that tongue lashing, I decided she was right. Let the games begin.
Home by 4:15PM, I was actually pretty amped to see where things stood...to see how far I'd really fallen. Last weekend's squash outing confirmed I'm pretty dang out of shape. I came away from that match with several things broken, my racket (see below) and my pride. Time for some redemption.
I ate Belgian chocolate instead. Hey, at least it was Belgian.
4 comments:
you had a mini pump and did not use it?
SVR will kick your ass.
JB-
Would've meant FINDING the mini-pump. No idea where that thing is hiding. Of course, in 750 s.f., it can't be too out of reach!
I dunno. Now that I've put on this weight, I might be able to give her a run for her money.
My money's on the lady. I'll support any effort you make, but you're going to need more than some love handles to overcome a wife you didn't listen to.
You, me and hill repeats tomorrow. Maybe I might actually beat you. Although I am 10 pounds over racing weight right now, but that is 5% on me and 10% on you so I will take it. Lets go.
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