A Sweat Fest, A "Detox" & A Battle Roy-Al
Freaky weird temps here again today. Like near 70! Damn weird, but it looks like things are gonna get cold by the weekend. Maybe you'll get some snow at White Grass on Sat. eh Tom?
Hit the trainer for 1:23 and some serious sweating tonight. Last trainer ride of the week I hope. Looks to get cold/snowy here on Sat., but hoping to roll the Dos on some dirt or at least the rail trail for couple hours.
No workout on Friday. Looking forward to giving the meat sticks the day off.
Now some "Well If I've talked about my ballsacious getting operated on, I mind as well talk about this stuff"....
Been feeling more myself in the weight department this week. Felt like a bloated piece of human apathy last week. This has also been an odd week since I'm in the midst of weaning off a mild dose of a medication that I had been on for the past year to deal with some mild depression.
I feel surprisingly good, with no withdrawal symptoms to speak of right now. I believe it it was a major player in me putting on a few more lbs. than I've wanted to in the past year (close to 10 pounds!). A side effect that many experience with this drug, many way worse than me. Imagine if I ate like MOST Americans, and didn't ride 3,000+ miles a season?? Yikes!
The stuff worked wonders, and got me through a rough spot in my life, but I found that it also created some havoc with my metabolism (slowed it down way too much) and no matter how hard I worked, or how many miles I put in, the weight never changed or only increased.
I also found that it may have been a little too good at taking the "edge" off. Good in everyday life BAD when you want to kick it up a notch in a race, your body is good, but your mind says "easy big fella, what's the rush?" (See 7 Springs Race report)
For the record I want to say I wasn't suicidal or anything, I just needed some help getting back to the real me. I'm a wise ass, glass is half empty, cynical bastard kind of guy by nature. I mean I'm a guy who finds extreme happiness in listening to The Smiths and Morrissey for God's sake! But sometimes you just KNOW something's not right, you find yourself just not caring and hurting people who care about you. That's when you just KNOW it's time to get some help.
I'm not one of the "well I feel fine, I'm stopping people" I tried that before. I truly feel that I've learned a great deal over the past year and am better at dealing with situations the way I used to, and having more mojo-a-go-go. Having a great wife and the B-Man sure helps too.
If you ever experience a depression that just doesn't seem to go away, please don't feel embarrassed to talk your doctor about getting some help and if someone you know if feeling like that, be supportive and never make them feel bad about it. If you can't say something supportive, maybe just keep it to yourself.
As for me- for now I just want to concentrate on my training, loosing some pounds and look foward to 2007. It's gonna kick ass!
OK, enough time "on the couch" with the world wide web. Thanks for letting me vent.
On a lighter side there's been a real Battle Roy-Al at the office lately. Moose Knuckle vs. Camel Toe. Who has 'em and how often? There are really only two contenders (chubby male manager/slutty dressed female sale assistant), although I was accused of having a Moose Knuckle today and was forced to come clean that it was really just an erection. I'M KIDDING!! RELAX PEOPLE PLEASE!! Anyway, it makes the day go by a little faster. Of course with all the crotch staring who's getting anything done??
Good night, and thank you.