Some background...

This blog originally started as a log of my attempts to get back into riding and getting back into shape after being down for most of a year (2009). I set a goal of riding 25 century distances (100 miles in a day OR 100 miles in a week (Sun thru Mon is my week) in a year's time. For the year's 2010 and 2011, the which I will in fact be 50, yes, fifty, 50 years immature. For the most part for this year, 2010, that is what it is, but there are so many more things I want to do, journeys to take, big and small that it will evolve into more than just a cycling journal.

This journal is primarily for me, to record what I did when, so that in 10 years I can remember it! For those that are interested and want to follow along, welcome. The writing is not great, Hemingway is resting easy I'm sure, but it is readable, if at times misspelled. Hopefully there will be some memorable days amongst all the days lived...

Friday, July 09, 2010

Week 26 7/5 - 7/11


No goal this week, in fact no riding unless I ride in to work tomorrow (Saturday). Yes, I am working on Saturday, trying to get my staff ahead of the workload curve. I am taking a week off starting 7/15, I need to know they won't be buried while I am gone. Didn't sleep well all week so I didn't push through the fatigue and make myself ride anyway. I am such a slug, that is a picture of me above, being a slug. I thought I was going to get a good nights sleep on Thursday, fell pretty hard and fast, but sometime in the middle of the night Joey went ape-shit crazy and scared the bejesus out me. She was barking so hard it reverberated off the walls. I woke up from a dead sleep, straight up in bed, heart pounding, certain there had to be some one in the house, there was no other reason she would be going this crazy, she has never acted like this before, just nuts. I sat there for a moment, finally figured out no one was in the house, something outside is setting her off. Got up, turned all the outside lights, could see nothing, and Joey by now has calmed down a bit. Whatever ugga-bugga (probably a raccoon) was out there had moved on. And I am now wide awake and exhausted. Whoo-hoo. So I pick up the Straub book I am re-visiting (I love Peter Straub) and spend the next couple of hours waiting to sleep again.

So here I am on Friday night, waiting for the bar-b-que to be ready for dinner - corn on the cob, baby potatoes, turkey burger - a pretty nice pinot in the glass, hoping I can sleep tonight. If Joey goes off again I may just jump out of my skin!

Hope next week is more productive.

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