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Saturday was weird. It was colder than Friday, and I wore less clothing, and I worked about the same effort overall, but I was warm and comfortable the whole time, rather than cold and uncomfortable.
Musta been the company.
All morning Friday I waited and waited and waited for the temperature to get up to the advertised high. It didn’t. I waited until mid-afternoon. It still didn’t. I looked for somebody to ride with. Everybody had lame ass excuses like jobs and family and travel and such.
Guess I’m ridin’ solo and in the cold – again.
As I was packing up on Wednesday evening, I got the brilliant idea that after the Turkey Trot I wanted to go for a cool down/recovery ride. I haven’t really managed the distances or conditioning to do warm up or cool down runs, and riding is a way to stretch the legs but use slightly different muscles.
So I packed up the bike and took it with me.
I think I just now realized why Cindy, or any other runners I know, don’t write blogs. At least not the kind that would be the running equivalent of the dreaded “ride report, which I never tire of. Running is a complete snooze to read about. Even more than riding.
I’m gonna do it anyway.
All I remember from Wednesday was that the day sucked. With a four day weekend coming, everybody was in a big scramble to get things done that absolutely did not need to be done. I guess that’s how some people a) cope with holiday stress and b) try to make themselves feel better about the time off.
I on the other hand, have no use for clocks or calendars or deadlines based on either of them. Give me a reason to have something done in a certain amount of time that makes sense, and is reasonable, and I will have it done. I would also rather work a little bit every day of my life rather than go around switching on and off based on clocks and calendars or schedules. I will work 5 hours on a vacation day if I only have to work 5 hours on a work day. One day’s pretty much the same as all the others in my opinion. The sun comes up and goes down regardless.
With the Turkey Trot on Thursday, Tuesday was a short run. I’m still experimenting with my Day Two Blues theory. What I have decided is it isn’t Day Two that’s the problem so much as it’s the distance: Two Mile Blues. It’s a weird distance. Too short to be a workout, too long to be a sprint.
Now that I think back.. the reason I quit track my sophomore year of high school was for that very reason. The longest event was 2 miles. I sucked at anything that distance or shorter, so there wasn’t really much point in being there. I was more content to just run on my own and go do a few 5ks or 10ks in the summer.
Guess this is a good way to force myself to write shorter blogs… wait until the end of the week to write them all.
It’s been a little crazy around here the last few days. I got the workouts in though.
The votes are in and the Top 11 Lamest Blogs have been decided by PCWorld Magazine. I didn’t make the cut. Damn. I assume that has nothing to do with my site not being lame, but rather it’s only because it doesn’t get on the radar of anybody but the five or six people I know personally who can’t find anything better to do with their lunch hour. (caught ya Goose)
Sunday could have been a rest day. I could have slept late, staying in bed all warm and cozy – maybe reading a book for a while. Then move to the living room to do some bakery paperwork while watching a couple Netflix rentals, and generally have a relaxing Sunday.
Instead I went to Minster.
Don’t get excited… this isn’t some announcment that Viatcheslav Ekimov is returning to the Pro Peloton to ride beside Lance. It is only an announcment that the little white cat that glares at me on my path runs was back today.
So I named him Eki.
What the hell is the world coming to? Dobo rides the trainer… in November! I wanted an additional workout in addition to my commute, but I just didn’t have the will power to ride any more miles out in sub-freezing weather. So.. how the heck did I manage the willpower to get the trainer up from the basement, set it, and the bike, up, and actually get on and ride?
Cake!
Three or four people walked into my office near closin’ time this evening, looked at me, looked at my bike behind me, and said, “Have you looked outside?!? It’s snowing!” They seemed to be in a near panic and frightened for their lives, and apparently mine as well.
Yeah, it’s snowing a little… what’s your point?
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