I’ve finally given up sugar.
No more two or three extra teaspoons with my morning, afternoon or evening tea. No more top-up-for-my-chocolate-milkshake while watching movies with the kids. No more teaspoon here, teaspoon there for the occasional coffee.
I’m done. Kaput. Da finale. Das Gone.
I had the worst ever morning training session today and I blame it all on sugar. I think I downed about 3 cups of tea yesterday and topped it off with another cuppa for The Covenant (great movie by the way) around 9pm.
That, plus the additional three packets of crisps I had with the kids (while watching Peppa Pig) last night eroded all stamina from my usual punchy 3-mile-climb.
I was puff-t’d!
I was drained.
I was huffing and puffing as if I weighed 300lbs, and even the casual 3% climb felt like 12%.
“What the HELL happened?”, that was a cuss at 3%.
“What is this?“, 6% when I knew I was damned.
“What the f*$£!??” was when I lost it at 9%. Cursing and waving arms at bars cos’ I couldn’t see straight. Glasses were all steamed up and covered in sweat.
“What is this?”
I have never, ever experienced climbing fails like this.
Never, never – ever.
The drivers in cars that were trailing back watched on as though they felt sorry for me. No horns or shouts. They just followed far behind watching a slow horror show unfold.
Fat dude on a bike, doing 2 miles an hour up a hill.
There wasn’t not a close pass in sight.
All ‘em cars stayed far behind as if they were in a trance.
I guess I caused traffic today. That and maybe an earthquake when I farted at 9%.
I’m pretty sure those commuters are still laughing at their desks at this very moment. Sold on the thought of watching my fat ass bouncing up and down the saddle like a jack rabbit.
Maybe a jerk rabbit.
I blame the crisps.
Crispy Bacon Wheat Crunchies.
Three of them.
Above all, I blame myself. For giving in to temptation and washing off those salty crisps with gallons of sugary tea.
I let myself down.
So I’m done.
No more sugar, cos’ I know that getting back in shape from this moment on will be a pain in the ass – literally.
This is so bad I might get recurring saddle nightmares tonight. Cos’ todays’ morning cycling session was painful. Almost to the point at which I thought about walking that climb at 9%.
But I didn’t.
I dragged my fat legs up that hill and kept the wheels spinning.
Cursing, but spinning.
F*** this. F*** that.
All I know is I still gotta do this all over again this evening, tomorrow…and the day after.
Love is pain.