As I said a couple of weeks ago, I have gotten back into the groove of riding most days. While I enjoy the ride, some conditions make it easier to enjoy than others. Cold is fine. Cold and Sunny is great. Cold and windy, not so much. Cold and rainy is manageable, but this whole cold and snowy thing? that is a completely different flavor.
I live in the south, you know 'Hotlanta' and all that. There is only one problem. It is not Hot. It isn't even warm. Yesterday, the commute was 24 degrees, winds gusting over 30 mph, overcast, with snow flurries blowing around. Oh and then there is me being a dumbass and rocking the underarmour cold gear pants with draggin jeans a turtle neck and sweater under the armored jacket. I didn't even think about picking up the over pants or balaclava. You can bet I was thinking about that bad choice by the time I got to the office.
It is pretty rare for me to really grumble about the weather, it is what it is, but last Saturday and Sunday it was like spring, with temps in the mid 60's. I spent both days out in the yard, trimming trees and bushes, throwing a Nerf football with the kids and getting the pool prepped for spring. To have snow flurries blowing in your face a couple of days later is just cruel.
Change is a part of life. Like many people, I frequently find a comfort zone and get stuck in it, particularly in my personal life. Professionally, I tend to be more of a heat seeker, where I actively seek out change. The last couple of years have seen my slide into a comfort zone in my personal life that I have decided to change.
You see, years ago, I raced bicycles. I was in good shape and had a metabolism that let me eat anything I wanted. Then I got married, got a job, and well, as time went on, my weight went up, my fitness went down and well, it seems to have all settled around the middle. When I got married, I weighed 195lbs. When I stepped onto a scale on January 1st, well, I was a good bit over that at 240lbs. I have been struggling with a couple of nagging health issues, and I realize that much of the problem stems from my weight and lifestyle.
Well, it is time to change that, and while I am at it, I may as well fix a few other areas where I have become complacent. Truth is, I've gotten fat and lazy. When I look around, I realize that I am not alone. When the choice is the easy way or the right way, I find that more often than not, I tend towards the easy way, and that too has to change.