January and February of this year I drank maybe a 6 pack in total. I was trying to get into shape and drop a few pounds. I never really identified any discernible weight loss that I could attribute to the absence of beer , since I was also riding 60-90 minutes a night 5-6 nights a week. Then I went out and rode for 8 days in Florida and had a couple beers everyday. Still , with proper eating and riding the weight slowly declined.
I'm left feeling that unless you are pounding 5 or 6 or more beers a night that drinking doesn't mean shit. I have at least 1 Devil beer every night with dinner.......maybe 2. For the advantage not drinking may give my racing, it would reduce me to a broken man. Beer is in my soul. Like Metal. Huskies. Fighting (in the gym), and riding.
So if the time comes that I am so close to winning M1 races that a more strict diet and the total absence of alcohol would make the difference I may change the blog title to No beer, strong legs.
I have friends that don't even know what a sweet Belgian Blonde tastes like. I can't imagine not coming home from a hard ride, or a crazy day at work and cracking a bottle and filling its respective glass, admiring it for a moment and then giving it a good home.
Tonight , I think I will reach for a long neglected Hoegarden.
I did , afterall, ride the criterium course and the Explorer loop for almost 2 hours today . By myself. I like how the roads seem to be salt and sand-free right now. I am imposing my will on the fast corner after the descent.
Looky, looky, is that Marco behind me?
I'm left feeling that unless you are pounding 5 or 6 or more beers a night that drinking doesn't mean shit. I have at least 1 Devil beer every night with dinner.......maybe 2. For the advantage not drinking may give my racing, it would reduce me to a broken man. Beer is in my soul. Like Metal. Huskies. Fighting (in the gym), and riding.
So if the time comes that I am so close to winning M1 races that a more strict diet and the total absence of alcohol would make the difference I may change the blog title to No beer, strong legs.
I have friends that don't even know what a sweet Belgian Blonde tastes like. I can't imagine not coming home from a hard ride, or a crazy day at work and cracking a bottle and filling its respective glass, admiring it for a moment and then giving it a good home.
Tonight , I think I will reach for a long neglected Hoegarden.
I did , afterall, ride the criterium course and the Explorer loop for almost 2 hours today . By myself. I like how the roads seem to be salt and sand-free right now. I am imposing my will on the fast corner after the descent.
