Death By Cheezburger or Redemption Song

Ugh.... Why would a man choose to work hard in a gym 3 days a week eat less than 1800 calories a day only to "sacrifice" that hard work for a tasty mountain of meat smothered in cheese, bacon grease and a mound of fries? Why???!!

KKKKHHHHHAAANNNN!!!!!

That is the name I have given to my boundless desire. KKKKHHHHHAAANNNN!!!!! shows up when I want to KKKKHHHHHAAANNNN!!!!! soda, hes there when I am grubbing tortilla chips and he is putting the bottle of beer to my lips. KHAN doesn't want to go the gym, eat healthy or drink water. Yes, I realize I have stolen the name from both Star Trek and Bill Simmons, but its the only name that makes sense. It is a dubious and unflattering act to name one's id. I would prefer that my id hung out in the way back machine and didn't bother my ego but thems the breaks. 


I have done my best to put KKKKHHHHHAAANNNN!!!!! into a corner and hopefully baby will stay there. I have been hitting the gym 3 times a week, taken up an hour long boxing class to go along with my weights and running. I want to strengthen my core so when I start to hop on my bike I have a good foundation. I realize its strange to justify getting on a bike by not getting on a bike but follow my rationale: if I can't ride my bike due to poor weather, why not prepare for good weather? The bottom line: I need my bike. 


Next blog might feature me taking my first spin of 2012 or a continuation of my Rocky like desire to get ready for my first century ride, only KKKKHHHHHAAANNNN!!!!! knows for sure.

And so it starts....

Hi my name is Bryan and I am on a journey to ride in my first 100 mile bike ride or the century ride. I have the same amout of experience most people have. I learned to ride a bike as a kid, I used a bike until I got a car then forgot that they existed... until I met the guys from Maverick's Square. They have encouraged me to ride my bike from home to work, grab a sandwich or enjoy a sunny day.

I technically started my first leg of the trip on New Years day. I quit eating fast food, joined a gym and took up walking to local places to grab groceries. Its been a quick turn around. I work out three times a week, eat relatively well and made making healthy choices my first priority. I haven't changed much else, just enjoying my days and learning to enjoy my time in the gym.

I'd be lying if I wasn't hesitant about agreeing to a century ride.  100 miles. Thats 160.94 kilometers, 176,000 yards or 528,000 feet. I am scared. I am scared to push my body tha hard. Its 33 miles a day up and down a mountain. A mountain, not one of those little tiny hills you see people on bikes ride up and down for fun, but a scary, rocky, unmercifiul succubus of a challenge. Forget that its paved, what you see is a rolling paved hill, I see a snapping, snarling beast that wants to eat my children (ones that I don't have yet, I think). I have to conquer this fear if I have any shot at finishing.

Today I decided to celebrate my new found healthy living by having a steak tip sandwich, french fries and a soda with the guys. They know how to keep a guy motivated. I am starting a spinning class in a few weeks and we'll see how well I do. I may end up cursing the names of Dan and Nate (more than I already do), or they may just be the guys who rescued me from obscure obiesity and delivered me to the promised land of a better life.

Eyes on the fries.... er prize!