Promises, Promises
Most of January has slipped past us and if you have not made New Year’s resolutions by now you might want to take a bye. Personally, I am still undecided about the whole concept. Resolutions tend to be made in a fog of champagne bubbles and seldom well thought out. So many are idle promises not do this and that or do better about something we feel amiss.
I would like to resolve to ride my trainer when the weather is bad and not just sulk and eat potato chips. Even better I should ride regardless of the weather. I should throw all caution to the wind and ride for the horizon until every last one of my credit cards are busted. It’s not likely to happen.
I could resolve to train more sensibly and scientifically instead of just riding my ass off until I am so sore I have to ride slow whether I want to or not. Maybe I could promise not to get cranky and ride off by myself. Maybe I could quit shaving my legs, buy some wool shorts and go retro caveman. Don’t bet on it.
One’s physical aspects are often subject to resolutions. Losing a few kilos, cross training, lifting weights, crunches, spin classes, these all wind up on the New Year’s list. So does not drinking beer, eating chicken wings and nachos, and other unhealthy habits. I’ll take two from column A and one from column B and let you guess when I’ve strayed from the path.
So, after much careful thought, here are my resolutions:
I resolve to have fun and ride my bike.
I resolve to help as many others as I can have fun on a bike.
I resolve not to go retro caveman. (much)
I resolve to have six pack abs by the time I turn 50 in October.
2 1/2 out of four ain’t bad.
I would like to resolve to ride my trainer when the weather is bad and not just sulk and eat potato chips. Even better I should ride regardless of the weather. I should throw all caution to the wind and ride for the horizon until every last one of my credit cards are busted. It’s not likely to happen.
I could resolve to train more sensibly and scientifically instead of just riding my ass off until I am so sore I have to ride slow whether I want to or not. Maybe I could promise not to get cranky and ride off by myself. Maybe I could quit shaving my legs, buy some wool shorts and go retro caveman. Don’t bet on it.
One’s physical aspects are often subject to resolutions. Losing a few kilos, cross training, lifting weights, crunches, spin classes, these all wind up on the New Year’s list. So does not drinking beer, eating chicken wings and nachos, and other unhealthy habits. I’ll take two from column A and one from column B and let you guess when I’ve strayed from the path.
So, after much careful thought, here are my resolutions:
I resolve to have fun and ride my bike.
I resolve to help as many others as I can have fun on a bike.
I resolve not to go retro caveman. (much)
I resolve to have six pack abs by the time I turn 50 in October.
2 1/2 out of four ain’t bad.
posted by Speedo at 11:45 AM
2 Comments:
great post c! i resolve to have a keg in 2 months.. 6 packs are for wusses.. teehee!
and i could never give up chicken wings, chicken wings and i have an affair going on, deeply rooted in glutony and all else that is good!
I prefer Tostitos Bite Size Gold. 7g of fat; 0 trans fat; 0 cholesterol; 110mg of sodium; 19g of carbs; and 2g of protein. They taste goooooood and are gooooood for you (just ask uncle Mikey). As for the resolutions: 1) sounds like you need a MTB; 2) sounds like you need a MTB; 3) the new MTBs are beyond cavemen (besides they are doing ads on TV); 4) you can have mine (I don't need them anymore.
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