Tipping point

As much fun as I've had with Mark's transformation from ... ummm ... heavy guy ... to Skinny Mark Savery, I gotta say I'm pretty proud of him. The changes he's made have been pretty amazing, and he has few bigger fans than me.

Basically, he reached a tipping point and decided to make a change. Maybe it was getting on the bike and feeling like crap. Maybe it was a long-term goal. Maybe it was me calling him a fatass fairly regularly. Regardless, he hit that point and jumped in. The same goes for Mike and Jeremy and Ryan, too. Time for change.

I hit my own tipping point yesterday. I'm not afraid to say I've been coasting along since blasting my hip in June. I missed the next handful of races, and then the season was over, just like that.
So, really, why bother?

I'm healthy and feeling fast and able to ride hard tempo for as long as I want, but I'm not really doing that much. I am, however, eating like I'm doing a lot. And with my bike gone, that activity level is going to drop.

I plan on running through the fall, just like I do every year. But I wasn't going to start until Friday. Thanks to jumping on the scale yesterday, I went out today. I'm getting a jump on this thing.

The number: 165. Gotta nip that in the bud. No way I'm letting Mark stay within 10 pounds of me.

So I went on a run. Day one.