The trainer; instrument of physical and mental torture to some, hated by many. Me? I’m OK with it.
Tag Archives | not doing stuff
When In Doubt, Cook Up Chicken
As you may or may not know, I hesitate to call my riding, time on the trainer and in the gym “training.” I suppose it sort of is, but I think of it more as “doing stuff” so as not to get even fatter… and an attempt to get back to just mildly embarrassing myself on the bike next season (oppose to completely embarrassing myself as I did in 2013). Having once again said that disclaimer of my slackness and douchery I can get to the post at hand…
Back On The Fat Farm
After five days of travel, overeating, no exercise, typical sloth-like ‘merican living and an epic battle with travel induced constipation, I am back and ready to get back into my regular gym, riding, eating and loaf pinching routine.
Thanks A Lot
It’s the eve before Thanksgiving Eve (also known as Tuesday) and the day/eve, was a fucking mess. We got an ice storm last night, so B-Man’s school was cancelled today and I needed to get the snow tires back on the xB. Not to mention I had a million other things to do as we prepare for our trip back to Western PA for the holiday. Thankfully (or not) I had the chance to squeeze in 40 minutes on the trainer. 40 minutes that would have been better spent guzzling a vodka/sleeping pill/Lexapro cocktail instead of half heartedly spinning along and going nowhere for 40 minutes of a planned 60.
Don’t get me wrong, I am anxious to see my father, brother, sister, and in-laws, but mentally I would rather suck on a gas pipe than have to endure four days of explaining why the magazine went bust and I am mooching off my Wife’s brain and (thankfully) its associated income with no gainful employment in sight. But… such is life. I am very thankful. A slacker, but a THANKFUL slacker.
Cold Weekend
I guess you could call this Welcome Winter Weekend. Some say “welcome,” I say “fuck it, I hate winter.”
A Perfect Day For A Road Ride
Today was a perfect day for a road ride. Naturally, I went for a mountain bike ride.
You would think that I would have remembered the gusting 40+ mile per hour winds that rocked Michigan last Sunday and Monday. You would also think that I wouldn’t be forced to use an iPhone to take pics because I forgot my real camera on my desk. Go ahead and think those things, but you would be wrong.
Dealing With The Plague
After a nice ride on Sunday I was feeling pretty good and had a pretty good evening; I had a good dinner, a couple of beers and headed off to bed with plans of hitting the gym in the morning to get back at the weights. But…
The Tuesday/Monday Place Flop
The above photo pretty much sums up my Tuesday.
I have been trying to talk less and less about “me”, ’cause let’s face it, I am not that interesting and sort of an imbecilic train wreck. BUT I am going to do so today for some reason. Sorry.
He Did It, Not Me
There are days when I do “stuff” and days when I don’t. Then there are days that I don’t do anything but my freaking nine-year old son says “Dad, I’m bored and haven’t had soccer in a week, can I get on the treadmill to get some running in?” Then there are days that I don’t do anything, but my nine-year old gets on the treadmill and proceeds to run two miles at speeds of 4 to 6 mph, while I fold clothes, and notice that he didn’t break a sweat ’till he started mile two, and at times was having a full conversation with me while he ran.
Other Things
After two days of muddy dirt roads I had no desire to get back on them today. I thought about going to MMCC to ride but I’m a bit burned out on those trails and then got caught up in some stuff. By “stuff” I of course mean that I wasted my morning watching three Premiere League matches and lost motivation to ride. If I would have rode, it would have been a quick one and it would looked a bit like the piss-poor photo above and its lagging shutter speed.
I did get on the treadmill for 50 minutes of walking/running/semi-sprinting/belly flopping/bag slapping. Running is getting SLIGHTLY easier and I am hoping to take that shit show outside in the coming weeks (under the cover of darkness of course). Still more work to do though.