Here's my daily routine on my working days: I get up at 2 AM, get dressed, make a sandwich, brush my teeth and am out the door by 2:25. I drink a Red Bull during the 30 minute drive to work. I usually eat my sandwich and an apple about 7:30. I get off work around 12:30 PM and get back home by 1. I have a light lunch, usually a salad and a sandwich or some leftovers, maybe some soup. I take a nap for 2 hours. If I'm going to ride, I will have 1/2 cup of coffee with a banana or honey bread.
Today, however, when I got home from work, I looked in the cupboard and spotted an open bag of blue chips. And salsa. Paul Newman's pineapple salsa to be exact! Well, when you work in a bakery, salty stuff sounds soooo good. Anyway, I got into about half of the bag of chips with salsa. Then I decided I better eat some good carbs, so I had a bowl of Kashi heart healthy oat flakes with blueberry clusters. Satiated, I then went to bed for my nap. Got up after two hours, had my 1/2 cup of coffee while reading emails, decided I didn't need to eat anything because I was going for an easy ride, got dressed and off I went.
2 1/2 miles later in the park, I had what Bob calls a "stomach bonk." I mean I damn near fell over. I could barely turn over the pedals. I shifted into the granny gear and STILL could barely keep the bike moving. I broke out into a sweat and started to veer all over the trail and thought I was going to tip over. I turned around and thought about sitting down on the side of the trail. I decided to try and make it to this picnic table that is just off of a horse trail. I made it to the table and sat down. I ate a gel and drank the Propel I had in my water bottle. (the Propel, along with 6 bottles of Nevada Sierra Pale Ale, somehow showed up in my cooler after Cheq last weekend!) I sat there for 10-15 minutes, and all I could think about was food! Pizza being in the forefront. I finally felt strong enough to get back on the bike and pedaled home. I was craving salt and carbs. I opened up the cupboard and found a bag of kettle popcorn. This helped the carb part, but not the salt. I went to the freezer, pulled out 2 strips of pre-cooked bacon and nuked them. I finally started to feel better. Took a shower and then had a couple beers.
What can I say, but SF!
WTF Fair Weather! Hope those two beers were the Sierra Nevada. Switched the gearing on the big bertha ss. Hitting EC trails tomorrow after saying goodbye to the kids.
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