After a couple of years devoid of any kind of workout, lots of chocolate bars and other unhealthy stuff, my belly finally started to show. O.k., nothing out of the ordinary for men at my age, I thought. If only there wasn’t the bad conscience nagging in the back of my head each time when I look, much less nibble at a piece of chocolate. It really takes away all the chocolate fun.
Procrastinator that I am, I hoped that this mental state would take care of the problem all by itself. But when I discovered that I couldn’t see the lower part of my seatbelt anymore when driving in my car I decided that I was wrong. Something needed to be done here. DAMN.
It so happens that I discover a new hobby for myself every 6 months in average. Model flying was the last one and that was already a year ago. A new hobby was overdue and so I thought, why not choose a sport this time. Since the slopes of the Taunus, a low mountain range, start right at my doorstep and jogging, walking and hiking-in-something-less-than-real-mountains are out of the question, Mountainbiking was the obvious choice for me.
A week ago, my new Mountainbike (a Specialized Stumpjumper) arrived and I have spent a lot of hours on it and climbed a number of local hilltops (about 600 – 700 m up from where I live). Besides the aching back, it is big fun. I’m not so sure my belly changed much, yet, but the bad conscience is gone already …
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