Hey guys, sorry there was no post over the weekend. I honestly meant to post something, but y’know, some weekends are easier than others. In fact, lately I feel like I’ve been running at a dead sprint all the time, and there just isn’t enough of me to go around. I hope it’s just a phase ‘cause right now I’m exhausted. It’s hard to stay focused and motivated all the time, even for me. I can’t remember the last time I had a relaxing day where I just didn’t have to do anything. For example, what passed for relaxation this past weekend was seven freaking hours of ironing! SEVEN HOURS!
Heh. At least we have Netflix now. I sat there and watched back episodes of the old Sci Fi Channel original show The Dresden Files (based on my very favorite series of novels) using Netflix live-streaming feature and an RGB cable plugged into the back of our TV. I’ve had worse times. And I made a decent-sized dent in my kiddo’s clothes’ pile. And yeah, if you’re wondering, my wife refuses utterly to iron. Don’t ask me why. But my kids need clothes, and like it our not, there’s only one way that they’re gonna get ‘em. I’m not one to shirk these implied responsibilities.
I also managed to spend some quality time in the saddle this weekend. I pulled a muscle in my groin a few weeks ago—at least that’s what I hope happened because the alternatives all require some much more serious recuperation time—and since then, I’ve not been able to run. Granted, this is not my first running-related injury, but it is annoying. I seem to get injured every time I start feeling good out on the road these days. So anyway, that left me with little to do in the way of workouts besides swim—which I can only do for so long any more—or ride. Riding takes the longest of any of my disciplines, but it’s easily the greatest, most awe-inspiring thing I do in my day-to-day life. If I could change one thing about my life, I’d like to have a commute that would accommodate a 2-hour ride every other day. Truly, there are times I wish I could go back to high school and ride instead of swimming. Anyway, I didn’t get quite two-hours a day in over the weekend—and I’m not sure that my pulled groin would’ve liked that much saddle time, in any event—but I did manage put in some time, and I even rode some hills, which was glorious. It’ll be more glorious when I’m closer to 100%.
Sadly, there’s always Monday and the office to come back to.
Don’t get me wrong, I like my job. I like the fact that I have a job that’s both secure and decent in a way that keeps Sally from having to work. These are good things. But I get tired of my commute, and more to the point, sometimes I wish I could just train like Lance and ride and run and swim all the time. Someplace where it’s warm. That’d be nice—at least for a while.
‘Course, it’s raining today. So maybe I’m just cranky.
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