Isn’t it strange how we react to advice?
A few weeks ago, I was out on a ride and a dude in jeans on a beat up old mountain bike pulled up next to me and said, “Totally unsolicited advice here, but that bike doesn’t look like it fits you very well.”
“Really?” I was incredulous. I’d been riding this bike for 2 years and never experienced any signs of a poor fit. No pain in my posterior, no numbness in my feet or hands, nothing. Still his words resonated since I’d never actually gotten the bike “fit” to me.
“Maybe, just raise your seat a bit.” Parting shot.
As I rode the rest of that ride, I mulled over the suggestion. Sure, my seat was low. Sure my bike didn’t look like it was a racing bike – even if it is. Sure, my stem isn’t jammed down at a ridiculous angle. But the seemed to fit. And who the fuck was this guy anyway. He wasn’t even riding a road bike. He was wearing jeans and no helmet. No helmet, I tell you!
I let it sink in over a few days and reluctantly, I raised my seat by about an inch. The next ride was one of the best of my life. It was certainly one of my fastest rides ever. And still no signs of poor fit in the way my body reacted.
“Maybe that dude knew something after all.”
And then there’s the comment section of my last post.
Most of the comments are from people I have actually met in life, and even those that I’ve not met, I’ve come to understand that we have a common passion for cycling and fitness, so there’s a sense of trust. And still, still I’m resistant to the idea that a couple of beers a day could be having such a strong impact on my fitness and weight loss.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that the advice to drop the beers is well founded. I’ve since read up on how beer and booze affects metabolism – it’s not good, by the way – and I know that it is at least part of the answer. And yet, I’m resistant to it.
So here we’ve got a case of absurdity. I take advice from someone who I don’t know about a topic that I’ve not asked any advice on and it works out well. And yet, I’m finding it difficult to take well founded advice from people I know and trust.
Well, I’m here to say, I like beer a lot. But I like the idea of living to a ripe old age much more than beer. And if it takes cutting out beers to get there, well, it’s worth a shot.
Certainly it can’t go any worse than raising my seat by an inch. Can it?