For our training regimen, we have been riding one ride a weekend, usually one in the Conoco-Phillips Training Series. This weekend, I was excited because I had registered for a 45-ish mile ride in Magnolia on Saturday, and a 50-ish mile one in Pearland on Sunday. I felt it was important to start doing back-to-back ones in order to condition my mind… and rear… for the MS 150 in April. I was also excited because for the first time, I had actually pre-registered for a ride. This was going to save me so much time and anxiety, as I didn’t have to arrive particularly early for the rides (I am in the habit of being late all the time, and Anna doesn’t wait for me… she just starts without me!)
Long story short, I didn’t get to ride in the bike rallies this weekend, because it was cold and rainy, not to mention dangerous. I still consider myself an amateur, and I have alot to learn in regards to bicycle handling in inclement conditions.
But my weekend was not a wash! Instead, I set my bike trainer up in my garage and pedalled like there was no tomorrow. An hour on Saturday, and about 45 mins on Sunday. It sure was difficult, as I had no one to pedal with, and I was just staring at some cobwebs in the upper corner of the garage. I don’t think I will clean them up, because what will I stare at next time it rains??
When we started the Cycling Slimdown, I had no idea how cumbersome the whole new clothes issue would be. In high school, I was a 36 inch waist until maybe Senior year, when I shot up to a 38. In college, with the cheap pizzas, and even cheaper trash can punch, I went up to a 40, and then slowly ascended to a 42, AKA Big and Tall Territory! So, when we started in January, I wore 42×30 pants. I had dunlap disease, where my belly dun lapped over my jeans. And that was fine for me, I guess. Anna always was frustrated because I never wore my pants at my natural waist line. Well, that was actually one of thousands of things that frustrated her about me, I guess. I can’t remember my suit size, but I know that they were measured so that I HAD to wear them at my natural waist line. When I put them on, I always felt that I looked like Danny DeVito as the Penguin in “Batman Returns”. Either that, or a poorly formed egg. In pre-school, I did play the part of “Humpty Dumpty”, so I guess that was my self-fulfilling prophecy…
As the weeks have gone by, I have slowly started pulling out my 10+ year old pants, and have in the past two weeks been able to wear size 38 pants at my natural waist line. That’s making a huge difference in people’s perception of my weight loss, as I no longer have saggy pants hanging off my rear. But my new problem is this: the length of my old pants are 30 inches, which was fine for wearing my pants below my waist, but I actually need 32 inch inseams, which I have never worn! I hate to buy new 38×32 pants, because I know in a month or 2, I’ll slim down even further…. So in the meantime, I will wear my ill-fitting Dockers to work, and have people whisper about how I am wearing high-waters while they can see my entire lower leg. I think it would be fun to wear those Christmas socks with a blinking Santa Claus on them. Now THAT would be something my co-workers can talk about! Hmm…. I wonder if Sun & Ski carries those??