So, went for my first group ride today on the city slicker bike. Unfortunately, it turned into a biathlon. The rear tire was warped and I blew a tube about five miles in, changed the tube and then discovered that the warped tire had become a tire with a pretty good fissure. Heading home, the second tube blew and then I was foot-bound.
These damn road sure are about as useful to walk in as wooden Dutch clogs, so I had to strip down to my socks and complete the 3 mile walk home in them. I did plenty of sweating, but it wasn't quite as fulfilling as I had expected.
So, my first week of recreating myself has come to a close. I'm exhausted. Having exercised every day this week, I guess that's normal. My calorie count has dropped significantly. And, maybe most difficult, I've started waking up at 6-6.30am. But I'm not feeling that exercise high I'm looking for.
Actually, I'd bet I'm more tired than I was before and that hasn't helped in terms of playing a better role with the wife and kids. I've really got to work on that. I have dropped 8 pounds -- weighed in at 190 flat this morning. That's going to slow down.
Food today included a bagel with cream cheese (Sunday splurge); a few cups of coffee; some twizzlers and chocolate grams for a sweet snack; 4 very small pieces of pizza and another HUGE salad.
A salad a day is a good goal: arugula, spinach, tomato, red pepper, cheese, sunflower seeds, almonds, cranberry. I want that one to stick.
I went to church today and it made me think about a spiritual goal. There was a baptism at church today which I like a lot. Baby gets dunked and cries that strange, alien cry that only a baby can. Baby gets anointed in oil and cloaked in an oversized white smock. Baby cries, or not, and is welcomed into the Catholic community. It was nice.
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