Blech
We've had some almost good weather here the last few days, allowing me to get in some early season base miles. I even came across a nice little paved farm road that has curves and hills (OK, bumps)--which are both pretty rare in these parts. While I was riding yesterday I tried one of those energy gels thingies that I got for free at the race a few weeks ago. I always thought they might be a good idea, since they're squishy and they take up almost no space in a jersey pocket. Well, they're not. Now maybe other brands taste better but this one tasted like some sort of sweetened yeast paste. And you have to down at least 8 ounces of water with it or you'll get sick (I hear). I didn't notice that I felt any more energetic after all that long-chain maltodextrin, whatever that is. I'll stick with good old PowerBars, thank you very much. And sometimes I do a sort of sports nutrition crossdressing when I eat those Luna bars, which say they're for women. (They have better flavors.) Actually, I like Clif bars the best, especially that one that's always on sale with the whole crunchy coffeebeans in it.
The bike seems to be in good shape. I think it's gonna be pretty much dialed in for the rest of the riding season. I'm using my training wheels right now (ie, heavier, sturdier wheels used during training, not the kind you put on your kid's bike) and it's plenty windy, so I should be in fine riding form in a few weeks. Which will be good and here's why: I have a co-worker, who is leaving his position to move to Missouri. Another co-worker asked him in my presence if he could still ride his bike when he's there. Would it be too hilly? He just sort of looked at her and then at me and said he likes hills and won't miss the flat landscape of these parts. Um, do I NOT look like I'm in good shape? I realize it's early in the season, but am I that flabby? I'm the office cyclist, people! See my bike? The one I rode in on? I give up. Even Lance Armstrong has a few extra grams on him at this time of year. Of course, it may be because he's been living high on the hog (as my mother would say) and galivanting (she would say that, too) across Europe with his AARP-rocker girlfriend, Sheryl Crow (I made up that last bit by myself). I liked it better when he left his wife and kids for fellow-Texan Sandra Bullock. She's much cuter.
Here's the offending substance:
PS Just because it quite literally fulfills the definition of "sports drink," I would not recommend a Gatorade margarita. Trust me on this.
We've had some almost good weather here the last few days, allowing me to get in some early season base miles. I even came across a nice little paved farm road that has curves and hills (OK, bumps)--which are both pretty rare in these parts. While I was riding yesterday I tried one of those energy gels thingies that I got for free at the race a few weeks ago. I always thought they might be a good idea, since they're squishy and they take up almost no space in a jersey pocket. Well, they're not. Now maybe other brands taste better but this one tasted like some sort of sweetened yeast paste. And you have to down at least 8 ounces of water with it or you'll get sick (I hear). I didn't notice that I felt any more energetic after all that long-chain maltodextrin, whatever that is. I'll stick with good old PowerBars, thank you very much. And sometimes I do a sort of sports nutrition crossdressing when I eat those Luna bars, which say they're for women. (They have better flavors.) Actually, I like Clif bars the best, especially that one that's always on sale with the whole crunchy coffeebeans in it.
The bike seems to be in good shape. I think it's gonna be pretty much dialed in for the rest of the riding season. I'm using my training wheels right now (ie, heavier, sturdier wheels used during training, not the kind you put on your kid's bike) and it's plenty windy, so I should be in fine riding form in a few weeks. Which will be good and here's why: I have a co-worker, who is leaving his position to move to Missouri. Another co-worker asked him in my presence if he could still ride his bike when he's there. Would it be too hilly? He just sort of looked at her and then at me and said he likes hills and won't miss the flat landscape of these parts. Um, do I NOT look like I'm in good shape? I realize it's early in the season, but am I that flabby? I'm the office cyclist, people! See my bike? The one I rode in on? I give up. Even Lance Armstrong has a few extra grams on him at this time of year. Of course, it may be because he's been living high on the hog (as my mother would say) and galivanting (she would say that, too) across Europe with his AARP-rocker girlfriend, Sheryl Crow (I made up that last bit by myself). I liked it better when he left his wife and kids for fellow-Texan Sandra Bullock. She's much cuter.
Here's the offending substance:
PS Just because it quite literally fulfills the definition of "sports drink," I would not recommend a Gatorade margarita. Trust me on this.
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