|Max checks out Dad's wheels after a ride|
Me? I like brownies. I've never kept a diary of my food. Heck, it's impossible to track what I eat because my kids take meals right off my plate. But my husband can tell you exactly how many calories he's eaten at any given moment. He consumes a small garden every day. He eats the peels on his kiwi and chomps on raw oatmeal, but he claims I'm the one with strange eating habits.
Needless to say, health and exercise is serious business around here for one of us. Which, I admit, can be good for all of us.
|Hanging out at a hotel before a ride|
Until it's not.
|"Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever." --Lance Armstrong|
And then Lance (we're on a first-named basis in our household) confessed to using performance enhancing substances, and the fairy tale was over.
When the drug confession came out, I asked Garrett what he thought of his hero being a liar on top of everything else.
He grew thoughtful. "That world is filled with drug use. It's kind of like when we ask Max if he hit his sister. Of course he hit his sister. We know he hit his sister. That's what brothers do." He shrugged. "But you don't admit it."
Then Garrett shocked me with a confession of his own.
"Brandi," he looked remorseful. "I get it. I get why he did it. You feel you have to be better. Sometimes you just need a break." He took a deep breath.
No. Oh no.
"I've used performance enhancing substances."
Oh, man. Why, oh, why would he do that? It's a hobby.
He wasn't through shocking me.
"You've used them, too." His look dared me to challenge him.
I remained silent. Too stunned to speak.
He looked at his hands and shook his head. "It's just that... sometimes, when I...turn on the tv and the kids watch Sesame Street or Max and Ruby, I can get soooo much more done. TV is really a parent's performance enhancing drug."
I nodded. The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends zilch tv for any child under two. But...lots of parents do it. They just don't admit it.