Friends, may be your savior or your sworn enemy … or both!

Thus, I was in good shape during my teens and in my university years. Then I got a sit-in job and ate my way to obesity (5 x 10 "and 250 pounds). A bunch of friends really played games, so I would spend my free time after working in my basement playing video games and eating.

However, my best friend always remained active and slim, and when I was finally tired, I asked for his help. He said that he was not a very good resource, but if I wanted me to take his old bike and train with him on the race track in the summer of 2014. I took the bike and started driving to the rides. I was completely rubbish when it came to fitness, but I liked to ride. Therefore, I decided that I had better energy for driving. Then I started to become a locksmith and bought my own bike. Then I discovered a mountain bike and also fell in love with it. Then I fell in love with a speed drive, then I fell in love with the enduro race. Then I decided that I did not want to go on a winter vacation in the winter, so I got on a fat bike.

Just because I had a goal (to finish the bike ride), I ended up eating better, tracking calories and workouts daily. My wife loves that I have abs, my dog ​​loves constant bike rides, but my playroom in the basement was … overcrowded?

Hands down, the best thing that happened to me was Corey, telling me to go on a bike ride. But hell, I could buy a new car with the amount I spent on bikes over the past 4 years, and I pretend to blame him for that.

One group of friends fed (not a pun) in my growing waist, and the other helped show me that both boredom and mild depression can be overcome by going out and doing funny shit. Find this friend and hold on tight. He / she is much better than they understand.