Thursday, June 23, 2011
Over the past four months, my fitness has slid backwards steadily. I have a ton of excuses, but two stand out: bad weather has kept me off my bike and my start-up business has me working from early morning into the evening. I've been eating badly and drinking too much. The bottom line - or should we say the middle line - is that I've put on close to ten pounds since March.
But two developments have put that motivation back in me. Firstly, I'm going to visit my 88-year-old mother for my birthday in two months and I can't bring my beer belly and man-boobs to Colorado. Every year, I ride my bike the same mileage as my age. This year, I'm going to be at 9,500 feet. I need to get back into shape to ride 54 miles at altitude. Secondly my wife just had a health emergency - she's developed diverticulitis - and it scared me. She's okay now, but what if I'm not here to take care of her if something like that happens again?
So I'm back at it. This time it's different than in the past. It's not that I WANT to, it's that I NEED to.