The Aerie
Really? Already? A-yup, apparently. It was just over freezing when I rode my bike to work today, heading for 45 degrees F by mid-afternoon.
Yes, I have started biking to work, inspired by my hero, Condoleeza Rice. I know when I think exercise, I think the naked gap-toothed ambition of Condi Rice. That's naked ambition: please do not visualize Condi Rice herself in that fashion. Very bad.
Also, I've started using the free Fit Day service again to track my nutrition. Fitday is a good idea, although I wish they would let people share their custom nutritional definitions. The information at right is that which I have assembled for the Brueggers Western on a Square Everything Bagel which has been (up until I assembled this information) my breakfast for the past couple of months. Half my daily fat? Oy. At least it has no alcohol.
Of course this is all part of one of my periodic attempts to get into better shape. I found out that my consulting client provides a secure street-access room full of bike racks, allowing one to safely store a bike all day long. This is terrific! One of my worries was that parking my bike would leave me vulnerable to vandalism, and of course the weather would be hard on it. I found out about the room Monday, located it yesterday, and rode today.
It took about the same amount of time to ride in as it would have to train or drive, but the walk from the bike room to my office took an additional 20 minutes.
The next step is to add a stop at the gym to my commute. I would dearly like to get off the Lipitor and the blood pressure pills that cost me an arm and a leg and make me feel like a decrepit old man for having to take them. And frankly I'd like to stop being a pudgy middle aged white guy and settle for just being a middle aged white guy.
But don't get me started on my medical and weight woes... I'll really start to sound like a decrepit old man!