So, it was a dark and stormy night wouldn't be the appropriate beginning or syntax for this thread...so let me back up a bit before I bust into the room again.
I missed a great many of you over the last 3 months. Lemme tell you where I've been, and why you don't want to go there, ever.
It was in about September that it hit me, like a wall. Burnout. The combination of living carfree, being a vegetarian, running 12+ miles a day and cycling over 30 finally hit me hard. It was ugly. First I started to lose weight in an odd way. Only way to explain it would be to say losing 15 lbs. in the last week of September scared the hell out of me and my wife. Then the knee injury kicked in out of nowhere. Then the flu that never seemed to go away, just hung around occassionally messing with my stomach. Then the cold that settled in (I've still got).
So, I decided to take a break. Big mistake.
Within a week I was back into playing my video game (World of Warcraft). It only took another 2 weeks before I allowed myself to slip and drink a diet soda...which turned back into Mt. Dew within a few days of that.
Fast forward to November. I'm no longer a vegetarian, I feel like absolute ****. I'm doing nothing but can tell my body isn't going to put up with anything I throw at it. So I just settle in for the winter and depression.
Fast foward to the now.
Bikeless. Don't let someone convince you that they know what they're doing when they ask to borrow a $1k bike. Mine ended up in the dump because the 'friend' let it get run over by his neighbor's truck.
Fat. Oh my dear Jesus. I went from 165 lbs. in September of last year (that was after fighting to lose 100 lbs. over a year) back up to 235 lbs. as of today.
So, I'm back. With a vengence as they say, but its more of a moew now.
I'm still wrapping up the last two years of college I have to finish up for my next degree. I'm searching for another bike, to start the long, slow process of getting back into shape.
Really, I'm here to be laughed at, because I deserve it. Somehow I went from being marathon ready to being a slovenly fat loser in less than 4 months.
At least I can start again though, although this time, I can only hope I don't push myself to that ragged edge of self-destruction.
Goal 1. Set a date to do another marathon.
Goal 2. Begin the upward climb.
Humor note: I was able to run 1 mile yesterday. I was so embarrassed that I sat down on the curb and cried for 20 minutes. It took me longer to cry and compose myself than it did to run the mile. Pretty pathetic for a 32 year old 6' tall male Crying like a baby.
Anyhow, its nice to be back. Hopefully I won't fall so hard ever again.