I got out Thursday morning for a ride, but it soon became apparent that I didn’t have it in me. I was riding right into a steady wind that combined with overnight rain and morning sun to make things an un-fun, sticky mess. I did 15 miles, and that would have to scratch my workout itch for the day.
I helped out at the shop until about 3 on Friday and got home just as Wifey was clocking out of work. She was heading to Bundy Hill to hike, so I changed shoes and went along.
It was a perfect late summer afternoon to stomp around the woods with my gal-pal and a nice way to squeeze in some calorie-burning when I didn’t think there would be any.
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Saturday, I was up early to get shit ready and dump out a few times before a ride. The weather was supposed to be perfect, but I still wanted to get out before the wind kicked up. So by 8:15, I was out the door and rolling dirt roads on Roscoe.
The conditions were perfect; the air was still, and my time on the dirt roads were met with few—if any—cars, numerous deer, cows, and other critters. Good stuff.
I felt 200% better than I had on Thursday’s ride and was happy to end the month that kicked Operation Normal Size Me with a sweet 28.5 mile from the Cul De Sac Shack.
Once home, showered, napped, and wanked I started snooping around on Garmin Connect, and it seems that the funk I was in with riding really did go on for some time, and you have to go the whole way back to June of 2019 to get comparable ride numbers. JUNE 2019!! What the fuck?
I was pretty motivated to jump-start some fitness and weight loss, and I doubt that I can keep up the daily workout and rides forever, but it sure did help with my confidence and rediscovering my love of riding dirt roads on my bike.
I ended July with 231.5 miles of riding and 56.8 miles of hiking, Dreadmill lumbers, and sweaty lawn mows. That’s about three times more miles of “doing stuff” than June and six times more than May! That’s pathetic, but hopefully, the days of apathy are behind me.
I was also extremely happy to drop some pounds along the way; after all, shedding weight is my main objective here, but I am hesitant to get too excited because past weight loss has taught me that a good chunk of what I lost is probably water rather than flub. But right now, I’ll take what I can get.
I’m oddly looking forward to August (the Sunday of Months), getting some more riding in, and getting creative with workouts and hikes to avoid getting bored or burnt out. There is a LOT of work to do, but I’m feeling more confident in reaching my goals than I have in years.
Having said that, I THINK I’m going to start off this month with a Sunday Funday and do whatever the hell I want, even if what I want is goofing off around the house and annoying Wifey. I am a man of many hobbies.
Later.