I’m the epitome “damn that’s a hard word to spell” of a Walmart cyclist. Stretching in the morning with a hot cup of coffee and a ciggi hanging from my mouth. I’m determined not to gain 50 lbs this winter like I do every winter. No bike ride today, I’m a bit hungover from a little too much partying last night. I hate this feeling. I was so on my game on the road but the near solitary confinement of winter could spiral down a slippery slope fast.

There’s no denying I have the fitness level of a 20 year old Olympic athlete but am I healthy? I’ve decided to find out but I fear I’m probably not as close as I think. Out the door is booze and ciggis to start. Ok don’t get carried away, I’ll still allow myself one glass a day but damn the smokes, they cost too much anyways.

I put a beginning yoga video on youtube, forced a huge bowl of muesli down my throat and tired to tune my body up. This is going to take some work, I’m a water addict so at least the toxins will purge fast. I’m a bit surprised at how stiff I’ve become since ending the ride but each day my lungs feel a bit better from the drama of the fires. My short rides have my legs crying out for a quick 100 miler and my new saddle is pure perfection.

I’ve never been a breakfast guy but that’s all changing, fresh food bought daily and lots of it, I don’t eat enough ever. I haven’t run in years but I’m thinking about using it to warm up for my dawn rides, I think it may give my lungs a big kick in the ass, I really miss being able to push myself to the limits.

The space in my tiny hone is perfect and the big covered deck is a nice space for my cool downs. I don’t know what’s going on with me but I’m actually showering every day. One of the girls at work has already commented that I smell fresh unlike my usual hippie funk with a smattering of sandal wood oil to keep it at bay. Shit it just may be time to give up sailing and become a yachter in that 50’ cat I can’t seem to erase from my mind. It’s so alien for me to be warm and dry while sailing and those electronics. Shit you don’t even have to try, the boat is magic.

On the menus tonight, lentil tacos with red onions, sunflower seeds, cilantro and garlic wrapped in kale leaves. Holly cow I’ve gone mental and just in case your curious no I’m not going to chop my wig or shave my beard off. I have to try my best at not looking too presentable, the islands are desperate for good little workers so while I may smell like a bed of roses I still look like a dirtbag surfer.

But what about the mind? Yes it’s natures way that we are only as healthy as our minds so that will take a little bit of bending also. I may be trapped in paradise but the days are full as is my plate.

“The doctor of the future will no longer treat the human frame with drugs, but rather will cure and prevent disease with nutrition.” – Thomas Edison

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