Chasing Belgians at the Lake, Part Deux

So, went riding with Pascal at the lake again today. Had a really good time and felt pretty good. I'm not sure it's as much fun for Pascal. I mean, if you are in the shape he is, how much fun can it be getting passed by old dudes and heavy-set women, and having to turn around every 2 or 3 minutes to ask your gasping and wheezing buddy if we "need to slow down a little bit." Belgian bastard! Damn right we need to slow down a little bit!! I feel like the Kool-Aid man going out for an easy ride with Lance Armstrong. No chest pain to speak of so far, though, so that is good. The body is such a weird thing. The first time we went for a ride, my lungs were burning, and my legs felt pretty good until the last 2 or 3 miles. This time, my lungs never really gave me a problem, but my legs were just burning like crazy. We did knock 3 to 5 minutes off of last weeks ride.
I felt a little bad today at work. Fellow heavyweight Chad has been working hard at being more active and eating better, and was talking about losing 8 pounds in the last 8 days. I turned into the anti-Tony Robbins and said something about that being too much weight to lose in that short of time and that he wasn't losing the weight "the right way." I need to be a better friend than that and remember that my way of doing things isn't always the right way or the only way. I mean it IS usually the best way, but whatever.
By the weigh (yes that was on purpose), I weighed in at 250 lbs here at the house this morning. My scales aren't as fancy as the ones at work, so it only weighs in 1 pound increments. The ones at work get as close as 2 tenths of a pound. So if I am going to keep track here at the house, I am going to use a 5 pound cushion. So here at the house, the goal is 228. Sounds like a long way to go. But I'll get there.