"Quick Take: I once weighed 275 pounds and kept saying I'd start "tomorrow." One morning I looked in the mirror and thought, "Get off your fat ass and do something." I rode. Then I rode again. I stacked rides until, somewhere around 300 total miles, it finally started to click. Years later, I've logged 150,000+ miles. If cycling is in my DNA now, it's because I forced it there."
"One morning I was getting ready and caught my reflection. Not the quick glance you give when you're in a hurry. I mean the look that doesn't let you off the hook. And the sentence that hit me was as kind as a hammer: "Get off your fat ass and do something." That was it. No pep talk. No playlist. No plan. Just a cheap bike and a promise that I would ride today."
"I didn't have science or structure. I had stubbornness. I started to stack rides: Ride one day. Then ride the next. Then the next. Take a day off now and then so I didn't break myself. Add a little more distance. Push a little harder. Nothing crazy-just more than yesterday. And I kept going, even when the scale was rude and the legs were heavy. Because here's the truth nobody wants to hear: it won't feel like it's working at first."
A person reached 275 pounds after abandoning earlier fitness habits and repeatedly postponed exercise until a mirror moment triggered immediate action. A blunt self-command — "Get off your fat ass and do something." — prompted an unplanned first ride on a cheap bike. The ride was hard, breathless, and unheroic, yet the person returned the next day and began stacking rides: ride one day, then the next, rest occasionally, and gradually add distance and effort. Progress felt slow and often invisible, but stubborn consistency produced dramatic long-term change, ultimately resulting in 150,000+ miles and a cycling identity.
Read at Theoldguybicycleblog
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