Three random thoughts of the day.
1. Went to Gilroy last night to hang with cousins. The wildfire was coming over the hilltop outside of town, and the wind was blowing directly towards his house. So, while we were creating the wonderful goodness that is Beer Brauts, we were sporadically showered with ash. It's a neat experience, coupled with a neat smell, for about either a few minutes, or around an hour. A few minutes being how long it takes to realize and let sink in the fact that this not-quite-snow could have been someones house, and that's depressing. And about an hour before the headache starts to sink in. So, inside we went.
2. My diet and exercise plan took a dive last week. I didn't ride as much as I wanted to. Hell, I only got two rides in. And while I love watching futball, the food that we decide on while watching the Euro games is not exactly weight loss oriented. I think my diet the last week revolved around sausages, chips and dip, and beer. Don't get me wrong, the world would stop turning if those all disappeared, but I do need to get back on track here. I starting to seriously think about the no-red-meat thing. Or at least the no not-fresh-red-meat thing. From the butcher is ok, from a can or a box is not.
Does that make sense?
3. I life to say I love riding in the heat. A bike ride in 100+ degree heat is a wonderful thing, as long as I can set up CamelBack refill stops. However, as I learned last Friday, 109 is too much. For the first time EVER, (really, I swear) I went out on a ride with a plan to climb a certain mountain, climbed the first one, got to the base of the second, and decided it was too much and turned back to go home. Kinda depressing, but I'm pretty sure I made the right choice, since that climb is a fierce one.
1. Went to Gilroy last night to hang with cousins. The wildfire was coming over the hilltop outside of town, and the wind was blowing directly towards his house. So, while we were creating the wonderful goodness that is Beer Brauts, we were sporadically showered with ash. It's a neat experience, coupled with a neat smell, for about either a few minutes, or around an hour. A few minutes being how long it takes to realize and let sink in the fact that this not-quite-snow could have been someones house, and that's depressing. And about an hour before the headache starts to sink in. So, inside we went.
2. My diet and exercise plan took a dive last week. I didn't ride as much as I wanted to. Hell, I only got two rides in. And while I love watching futball, the food that we decide on while watching the Euro games is not exactly weight loss oriented. I think my diet the last week revolved around sausages, chips and dip, and beer. Don't get me wrong, the world would stop turning if those all disappeared, but I do need to get back on track here. I starting to seriously think about the no-red-meat thing. Or at least the no not-fresh-red-meat thing. From the butcher is ok, from a can or a box is not.
Does that make sense?
3. I life to say I love riding in the heat. A bike ride in 100+ degree heat is a wonderful thing, as long as I can set up CamelBack refill stops. However, as I learned last Friday, 109 is too much. For the first time EVER, (really, I swear) I went out on a ride with a plan to climb a certain mountain, climbed the first one, got to the base of the second, and decided it was too much and turned back to go home. Kinda depressing, but I'm pretty sure I made the right choice, since that climb is a fierce one.
Like you, I love the heat too. I say BRING IT ON! but there truly are times when the body says "enough already" and you were probably wise to heed the call and back it down. As for the no red meat thing, I eliminated that from the diet nearly 15 years ago and never felt better. Eventually I went vegetarian (but I still do eggs & dairy) but I can't say my body misses meat much at all. Just be sure your protein intake stays suffiently stable, especially with all the physical activity you do.
Yikes, I just realized how parental that last bit sounded. I'll just be quiet now and go back to grieving the loss of George Carlin.