There is something about the world of endurance sports that loves to measure things. We love numbers. Love, love, love numbers. We sometimes call them “metrics” and use fancy names for heart rates (are you working in Zone 2 or Zone 3?) along with numbers from power meters and Garmins and VO2Max rates. We love to talk about the right carbohydrate to protein to fat ratio and things like our basal metabolic rate.
This is the great dichotomy for myself – I am a creative type in a rational world. Feeling I understand. Reason and rationality, not so much.
From this line of thinking came my pondering about a very important metric. Cake.
See, for my birthday last weekend I was blessed with two birthday cakes. The first was a chocolate andstrawberry cake (thank you mom!) while the second was cleverly hidden away in the back of the Subaru as a surprise dessert after the Fly By Night Duathlon (thank you Mark and Mark’s mom!)
And so if I was to measure how cared for I am around my birthday, well, two cakes seems like a pretty darn good metric.
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