The Fat Guy is depressed.

Went for a thirty mile ride yesterday, mostly flat.

The Fat Guy actually gained a pretty good level of fitness whilst training for the Tour de Lake Hopatcong, and the 3 State, 3 Mountain Challenge. Said fitness has gone the way of something that has gone away (depression doesn't equal witty metaphors for me. Sorry).

This is a ride that used to be a recovery ride for me...30 miles, slightly hilly at the beginning, but then the second half is pancake flat. And man, are my legs dead. My legs are dead, my lungs aren't very good, my heartrate was never below 120, and was usually up around 170. For a flat ride, in which I averaged 15.7 mph. Good god.

Oddly, when my heartrate monitor was chirping at me that my heart rate was too high, at 185 plus, I felt fine.

Best part of this ride? When I flatted. I got to rest for a few minutes. Sheesh.

Healthy eating is my white whale. Even now, I'm planning on going out to get a pork roll and cheese sandwich. I imagine this will raise my heart rate another 10 bpm.

*sigh*

As a musician, when I have a bad set (regardless of how good everyone else tells me it was - my standard is pretty high), I get real down on myself. For me, it's a slippery slope - bad set - depression - and all of a sudden, now I think I'm an awful human being. It goes away when I have a good set. Sick, right? Now, apply that to bicycling, but unlike music, where I have a high level of proficiency, I'm a fat, slow cyclist. There's no chance I'm going to ride well...

I better have a really good set tonight.... *grr*

Perhaps a cleavage shot of Liz Hatch will cheer me up!



Nope, didn't help. Damn...this is bad...