Relative Something

As the route for this year’s bike trip came together, the last leg ended up being the shortest of all, at roughly 22 miles, to get us from Windom back to Jackson where our cars are parked. That’s okay with me. By Friday, my mind is on getting home to my own bathroom and a real bed again. One of the hardest parts of the transition from this vacation back to a normal routine is ratcheting back my diet to a normal calorie intake.

When your vacation involves riding a bicycle all day long, every day, you can pretty much eat whatever you want and justify it as fuel for the next effort ahead of you. My past experience tells me that I won’t be riding much bike when I get home from this trip, so it behooves me to cut back on the daily ice cream treats and what seems like a week of non-stop eating.

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