Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Eat carbs, just not Tasti

I was sitting in an exam room, the second one I'd been in in two days (ER yesterday for dehydration!), and the doctor was laughing at me. It's a little bit funny, because just a day or two before I had been thinking that I don't have enough humor in my life lately. But to go to the doctor with what you think is a serious problem and have him laugh it off--I was a bit taken aback. So I did what I do in any uncomfortable situation. I started laughing.

And so this was me dealing with (maybe?) the bane of my existence for the past year and a half or so: the fact that I'm gaining weight. And I don't know why. And I can't seem to stop it. I've baffled the nutritionist at Columbia. I've worried the people around me with my slight obsession/mild depression. And I go in to this guy and he laughs at me. He tells me that I'm fine, I'm healthy, and yes, it is possible that cycling could make me gain that much in muscle. And also, stay away from Tasti-D-Lite, they lie about their calories by a factor of 4 or 5 (he knows me so well already!).

Then, at the end, he gave me the kicker: if you want to lose weight, stop cycling. And there it is, the ultimate question. And it isn't even a question. Yes, my body type makes me feel inferior in a city where 2 is the new 4 and 4 is the new 14 (extra points if you know who said this), and shopping isn't quite as fun in SoHo as when I arrived in New York pre-cycling, but really all that is putting me down is my own vanity. And when he put it like that, I knew that it was time to drop it. I may dislike my muscular structure, but I also love love love racing. And I'm sure that I'll continue to struggle with this, but at least I know that I have an answer that lets me continue to do what I love without trying to starve myself or cut out all carbs, even during racing season (seriously, another doctor told me to do that).

And while decidedly not twiggy, I am still a New Yorker. Hi, my name is Shane, my therapist's name is ... Blogger.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

It's been raining for 2 weeks straight

Finally a breath of fresh-ish, sunny air. But have I spoken too soon?

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Winning, again.

What kind of Laker fan leaves LA 10 hours before they win another championship??? I guess the kind that has work and business trips to take. It probably would have been more heartbreaking had they actually been playing in LA. Being as the game was in Orlando, I'll live.

So excited!!!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Raining, pouring

When I look out the window and the rain is dripping down, sometimes it makes me feel like I am crying, or that I should be. But then I look at the latte that I just made for myself and it makes me happy again.

Monday, June 1, 2009

The one where I don't have any emotions for four days, just races

It was a long week. Then it was an even longer weekend. I certainly recovered from my research mind-block. If there was such a thing as "over-racing" I think I might have done it. As there is not, I'm just tired and ready to slow down for the week and mentally prepare for next week.

My left calf is sore. Not the right one, just the left one. Either my right one is quite a bit stronger than my left one, or my cadence was slightly off-kilter at the track yesterday.

Thursday: Ride twenty miles out to a race, crit race for 20 miles or so, ride twenty miles back home.

Friday: Ride slow, attempt to freshen up the legs with 2 laps in the park.

Saturday: Wake up at 4:30 am. Race for 3 laps in the park. Practice my sprinting by getting 2nd in the prime, winning the race. Ride home. Eat something. Ride another 40ish miles. Lay on the couch the rest of the day, until Jake's with Ben.

Sunday: Wake up at a more normal time, ride the single speed to Columbia. Ride home. Take bike on Subway all the way to Flushing. Ride to track. Ride/race on track from noon to 3. Ride back to the subway. Collapse after getting home, fall asleep on the couch pre-7pm. Wake up just in time to watch Menchov eat it in Rome.

Monday: Wake up and wonder for a second why everything hurts. Remember. Look up track bikes on the internet. Ponder how to best present it to my parents that I need one. Remember that I should probably go to work soon.