{"id":23,"date":"2007-04-11T13:39:34","date_gmt":"2007-04-11T19:39:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/?p=23"},"modified":"2007-04-11T13:42:51","modified_gmt":"2007-04-11T19:42:51","slug":"as-the-bike-turns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/2007\/04\/11\/as-the-bike-turns\/","title":{"rendered":"As the bike turns"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve come to an interesting realization &#8211; at least for me&#8230;. I&#8217;m middle-aged. Allow be to explain how I arrived at this conclusion.<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>I can&#8217;t eat what I want and keep my weight down. It&#8217;s depressing for some I know, I hovered around 150 lbs for years, until I hit 31. I&#8217;m now around 160-165. As &#8220;light&#8221; as that may seem, it&#8217;s not my usual. And I can&#8217;t keep it off.<\/li>\n<li>I don&#8217;t think of sex every 10 seconds. Yeah, really. I always thought it was a farse. &#8220;Not think of sex?&#8221; I always asked myself. Bah. Now it&#8217;s hours before I think &#8220;I wonder if I did this, would she&#8230;&#8221;. Ok, fine, not hours, but I&#8217;m not saying anymore (taking what&#8217;s left of the 5th &#8211; but it&#8217;s not every minute either).<\/li>\n<li>I play Xbox with kids 1\/2 my age. It&#8217;s odd how when I was 1\/2 my dad&#8217;s age, I thought I accomplished something. Now, I play online with 16 and 17 year olds&#8230; and I listen to &#8220;I&#8217;m grounded&#8221; and &#8220;I&#8217;ve got homework&#8221;. Thank God the didn&#8217;t have the Internet when I was in school. I would have just dropped out, got my GED and stayed a home for years.<\/li>\n<li>My kids come to me with any question. I&#8217;ve gotten &#8220;Daddy knows&#8221; status in the house. Half my answers are &#8220;ask your mom.&#8221; The wife still just rolls her eyes.<\/li>\n<li>I drive a minvan.  And race sports cars in it.  &#8220;3.5 BABY!!!!!&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>I still think of ways to add performance to my 6 year old Toyota without having to sell a kid.<\/li>\n<li>I work &lt;2 miles from the house and I wish I worked from home.<\/li>\n<li>I wonder why everyone&#8217;s in such a hurry.<\/li>\n<li>My patience lasts about 5 seconds.<\/li>\n<li>When I try to exert myself, I really have an argument on &#8220;Why?&#8221; with my inner self.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>I think I realized this last night on the trainer. I did my 10 minute warm up with 2 1-minute sprints in there. It burned, but it was over quick. Then, a 5 minute sprint. <font size=\"4\"><strong>OMG<\/strong>!!!<\/font><\/p>\n<p>I gave out 4 mintues into it. And 3 minutes into cooldown, the DVD announced another. I used Sheli walking in as an excuse. Whew!!!<\/p>\n<p>No truth be told, I was rather impressed that I wasn&#8217;t DIEING at the end of the 5 minute death-to-your-legs part. The premise is this: by warming up and sprinting early, you generate lactic acid. The easy periods, still using the legs are a breakdown cycle. I really didn&#8217;t know you broke down lactic acid that quickly. But, I had the oommfff to handle a 4 minute sprint before fading. I guess there&#8217;s something too all that.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, and my jersey came from DENMARK.\u00c2\u00a0 Suddenly, I&#8217;m not all that happy to call&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve come to an interesting realization &#8211; at least for me&#8230;. I&#8217;m middle-aged. Allow be to explain how I arrived at this conclusion. I can&#8217;t eat what I want and keep my weight down. It&#8217;s depressing for some I know, I hovered around 150 lbs for years, until I hit 31. I&#8217;m now around 160-165. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/2007\/04\/11\/as-the-bike-turns\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;As the bike turns&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[16],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-23","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cycling","entry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8eb30-n","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stringer.cc\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}