Many cyclists know that when you have to do an hour of tempo on a trainer (I do twice a week now), your mind can wander. Well, after pondering Levi’s soliloquy and then clipping in, this was my stream of consciousness:
I am a cyclist
I am a husband
I am a brother, uncle and a son.
I am a computer programmer.
I am not a gamer.
At one time, I was an excellent bowler.
I am a guitarist.
I will not have children. It used to bother me a little, but not any more.
I can see why some people don’t like Woody Paige.
I don’t drink alcohol. I do drink caffeine.
I love chocolate. Don’t care much for hard candy.
I have a lack of discipline when it comes to food. If I don’t want to be tempted, I can’t have it near me.
I have a strong immune system, I think. I don’t get sick very often. Not having kids likely helps.
I’m scared of being fat again. That has to mean something deep on some level, doesn’t it?
I hate yardwork. Mowing the lawn is a 90 minute chore. A 3 hour ride is a joy.
I love it when my legs feel totally fatigued and a little sore after a tough ride. I feel like I did something fulfilling.
I tend to be routine-oriented, but not married to it. “One man’s rut is another man’s groove”, I say.
I hate it when the above is interpreted as my being panicked when a routine is interrupted. I not Rain Man for crying out loud.
I don’t see my friends as often as I’d like.
Man, do I miss riding outside.