You work hard. You workout 6 days a week with one day a week for rest. Or so you tell your trainers while you workout on your rest day as well, like, biking or yoga or a long walk. Then you start seeing the results. You record a PR on a race. You are in love with your bathroom scale (BTW, her name is “Just”) because she tells you all the good things you wanna hear. Or rather shows you.
Then fucking July 4th happens. You drink. You drink like there’s no fucking tomorrow. Even though you did an awesome 30+ mile bike ride in the morning, the 12 beers and the vegan red wine and the tequila-kombucha combo and the home cooked brunch and the vegan cupcakes your friend brought to the party and the Uber Eats you ordered late in the night – oh fuck – there’s no justifying any of it. Then the next morning, the extra lbs you see is especially bad because when you checked your weight after the morning ride on the 4th it was lightest you’ve ever been since………. high school.
BUT, it was the best 4th of July ever. Thanks to awesome friends. Amy. Chelsey. John.
Also the bike ride was awesome. I had the entire 8 lanes on Constitution Avenue for myself and my bike Ela on my way to Mt. Vernon Trail!
Speaking of independence day, I missed the 20th anniversary of me moving to US from India. It was on the 28th of June. I was planning on partaying it up but, fuck me, I completely forgot about it! The first place I live in US was Baltimore. I still have a soft spot for Baltimore. How ironic is that I now work in Baltimore! My first American friend (big up, Aaron) is still my friend and we hang out a lot!