Monk

Why is it that we find it hard sometimes to get out when we know we should?

Or why is it that we get out when we know we shouldn't?

I'm often asked "What did you watch last night on TV?" "Humm, nothing I rode my bike for a couple of hours is often my response." Ate a little food then showered and went to bed. Then the look of 'Are you completely f'n mad comes upon the face of the questioner.

I often wonder why some chose the life of a monk when the others in our 'outside' world chose a more 'normal life' of crashcar, drinking, or poker. So far those 'outside' interests haven't peaked my curiousity yet. I'm really not sure if that is good or bad?

We peruse bike porn for the latest this or that, look at pictures of the races to see what others are running. Anything new, interesting, something I might not be able to live without? It is quite intriguing to me!

Often I'm asked what 'organic rabbit food' did I bring today for lunch? Or for that matter the four times I eat at work often cause people to ask "How do you stay so damn skinny?" I RIDE!! Sometimes I RIDE alot! Sometimes I RIDE alot more than I should.

Put the body through strength training, dismembering positions for strength and relaxation, drink lots of water. Man, this sounds so strange.