Two years ago, if someone asked how tall is Lance Armstrong, or how heavy is the Tour de France rider – I could proudly say “the same height and weight as me!” These days, Lance has dropped five pounds, and I’ve gained ten since my last physical, two years ago. (Doh!) And I was a guy who stayed pretty much the same weight for all of my adult life.
My doctor and I discussed it, trying to figure things out.
- I’m not running marathons like I used to (I completed 7 of those 26.2 mile races in my 30s), but I’d quit running marathons eight years ago. That I no longer run marathons doesn’t explain a weight gain in the past two years.
- I’m still cycling a century ride each year. I’m not the quickest to finish, but it’s en epic accomplishment to go 100 miles.
- I’m eating as healthy as ever, with swiss chard and beet greens, brown rice, pasta, grilled salmon, chicken dishes, etc. etc. etc.
- I’m not downing too many martinis or mai tais or manhattans
The problem, it seems, is that I’m eating as if I’m still running marathons and cycling centuries non-stop.
“You need to lower your calorie intake, or lengthen your runs and bike rides, and up their intensity, to burn more calories per workout,” my doctor said.
I admit – I do like me my food. Cut back on asparagus pasta? Water down my best margarita recipe?
Not on your life.
Time to bump my five mile runs back up to ten, and draw out my thirty miles bike rides to fifty.
In short, time to get back to serious training. It doesn't feel right to be checking out women (I'm an ass man!) when I don't have flat abs to show off in return.
When’s that Tour de France thing, anyway!?