Food

I don’t have very much to talk about now that I’m off the saddle.  Life is a little more…meaningless.  And boring.  It seems like I don’t have a reason for getting up in the morning, or getting dressed, making plans for the day, or eating.  The eating thing is the biggest change.  I am used to eating once when I get up at breakfast, once after I eat breakfast as I head out the door, once in class, once when I get home from class, once before my ride, during the ride, after the ride, dinner, food at a friend’s house later that evening, and maybe a snack before bed.  The sole reason for my existence was not to ride, but to eat.  I thought about food all day long: as I fell asleep at night, in my dreams, as I got up in the middle of the night to pee, as I woke up, in class I thought about what food I would eat when I got home, on the bike I would fantasize about all the food I wanted to eat but didn’t have back at home.  But now I no longer think about food.  And I don’t think about training or racing.  So what the hell am I supposed to do now?  Girls?  Yes, but not 24 hours a day.  Working at the shop?  No.  The new team?  Yeah, but I certainly don’t fantasize about it as I go to sleep at night.  Well I do a little, actually.  But my point is–I hate the off season.  The bars/parties are already getting old, TV sucks, movies are boring, sleeping is boring (another thing I used to look forward to), and eating the cheap, bad-tasting food that I am used to eating no longer tastes amazing because I don’t have a humongous appetite.  Anyways I’m rambling now.  I had a good idea for a post/story but I forgot what it was and I was left with this garbage of a post.  Oh well.  I may be going climbing/caving with my brother up in Portland this weekend (I’m also going up to talk to some people about the team.)  Or I’ll be down here in Eugene, where I’ll get to go ride horses with AlexAnne.

Other news.  I am sad to say that I just left Mike and Steve’s house.  It was a comfortable couch and I enjoyed living there eating their food for the past two weeks and using their shower, but my time was up.  Now I’m at Larry and Will’s couch.  I’ll leave you with a thought:

If you were a sea lion, would you rather live in great white territory or orca territory?

How much money would it take for you to not speak for an entire year?

If you believe in patriotism, is it a good idea to support your country’s decisions no matter what? 

If you had to choose between only eating cheese-its or cream cheese and pretzels for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

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2 thoughts on “Food

  1. will5

    Why don’t you cry about it some more…

    I’d rather live in great white territory, because orcas like to play with their food before they eat it, and I wouldn’t want to play by their rules.

    If I didn’t have to worry about making a living, I’d do it for $5,000, but since I wouldn’t be able to work very well, I’d need the requisite $250,000 to continue my lifestyle.

    No, at least for our country, as it was founded as a melting pot, it supports a huge range of differing ideals/opinions, and those of just a few people who run the country don’t necessarily reflect the ideologies of everyone, so disagreeing with them is probably more patriotic, especially since free-thought that is one of the foundations of our society.

    I’d rather eat cheeze-its, because they’re soo delicious.

  2. alexann

    oh my gosh I’m in your blog! Are you going to write a post about riding horses today and how you and Timbrel are so much alike because you both love eating?

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