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Iron Demands

Yesterday was another awesome bike ride brought by my iron addiction. My obsession with biking is at an all time high. The new bike and great weather. I am so there. You scoff at the idea of addiction? You laugh at that? Look it up. I am sure it is in the DSM manual by now. All of the symptoms are there. Persisting despite guilt. Persisting by family suggesting you stop (my mother), telling you you’re obsessed. Coworkers telling you that you don’t work enough Eating in excess, even though you know you should stop. Skin changes to a very dark hue. Weight loss and especially fat wasting.
Looking the best you have ever looked, yet unable to stay awake for sex. Going without sleep to obtain your next fix on the run.
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I was reading IronPol today; and totally relating to the demands of Ironman training. After spending a day assisting with the end of VBS, he gets to go run 10 miles in the dark. Alone. The problem is the world doesn’t stop for the crazy people with iron obsession. It is so irritating how the rest of my house cannot understand that when I get home from a ride, I NEED to download the Garmin. I don’t give a crap if I need to make a septic system apt at that moment….Then the recovery food, and then I can think about the other stuff. BTW, it takes longer if you are waiting for me to mow the lawn. Don’t know who ever thought up that idea in the first place.

It isn’t like we can’t bear our own company. Some of us are pretty solitary people. It just can get really lonely sometimes. It doesn’t help that I am totally the most boring person ever. I have learned this through hours of my own company. At least I’m not inflicting myself on as many people as I would be if I engaged in a team sport. A fellow SWAT member asked me if I like biking alone. Don’t know what he was getting at…But to some extent, my family appreciates that I give them a break and go bike.

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