I spent the weekend on a desert plateau. If you took the best parts of Slickrock, Porcupine Rim, and Amassa Back, and put them all together in one ride, that was kinda what it was like. I’ll write about it later. After I download some photos. All I will say is that I am embarrassed that I waited this long to ride there.
There’s another plateau I’ve been on for a couple of weeks, and that’s with my weight. I would like to know how it’s possible to spend ten hours on the bike each of the last two weekends and end up weighing two to three pounds more Monday morning than I did Friday morning.
It’s not like I pigged out either weekend. I ate a normal amount of food. And I spent a more-than-normal amount of time on the bike. This last Friday I was finally back down to what I was the previous Friday before I rode White Rim. And today I’m two pounds heavier.
I eat lean meats, veggies, fruits, and whole grains. I go to bed hungry almost every night. Over the weekend, I splurged and had a few brownies and some cheetos. But not two pounds of brownies and cheetos.
You’d think I’d be worried about hanging on to a fast-climbing Cat. 3 group, but that’s not it at all. The real fear is that my brother is presently eight pounds lighter than I am, Rick is in race-winning shape, and the Alpine Loop is almost clear. The only race series of the year that matters is about to begin, and I don’t want to embarrass myself.