Dreaming of a Life Less Ordinary

  5:00 P.M. to 8:00 P.M. on Tuesday July 27, 2022, was an insane chain of events.  I don’t even know how to describe it.    I was fine on Friday night, Saturday, and I want to say most of the day on Sunday.  I think might have had a little bit of a headache on Sunday but if I did it was mild.  I feel like I slept pretty good over the weekend.  Did light workouts with Clayton, nothing to crazy.  When I got up Monday even, I felt fine.  However, I got tired about a half hour after waking up.  Then my head where I hit it on the ground started to give me some trouble.  It was just achy, didn’t really hurt, it almost felt heavy.  I noticed as I was on Zoom calls trouble keeping my eyes on the screen.  However, the headaches were mild, so I just figured I slept on my neck wrong, or my neck was still sore from the fall of the bike and that was hurting my head.    Monday turns to Tuesday; I get over seven hours of sleep.  I keep having mild little headaches.  I explained in my blog like many t

  Leg is healing up nicely from the Fall Another view from the top from Friday Withdraws, Training and Quarter End   I haven’t seen my bike or been on it since Friday.   I am starting to have the withdraws.   I should have ridden it at least once already this week. The bike shop called on Saturday.   The bike should be ready today.   I am tempted to get an uber over there and then ride back.   I like the idea.   You know I really do.     I knew this week was going to be tough with quarter end.   My entire schedule is in shambles because of work.   I feel to pressed for time because of the quarter end, so swimming is off this week docket.   I haven’t been to the pool in two weeks now.   July was a bad swim month for the kid.   That is ok, next week is another week and a new beginning.   Live happens and you must roll with the punches.   Overall, my training is in a really good place with over a month to go to my ride, so resting during this mentally challenging week is important.

  Just getting Started Friday Ride:   The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly   It would be easy for me to sit here and talk about failure.   It would be easy to say having to get a ride home ten miles short of your longest ride ever was a bad thing.   Perhaps, that is my brains natural state.   To go negative and pick on myself for the things I didn’t do. However, I was out there on Friday, and unless you were out there, you’d never really know the efforts put in, or work that was done or the gains made.   A year ago, I couldn’t ride a bike and now look what I can do.   I just started riding again in May.   So, no matter what happened I’m proud of what I did on Friday and sometimes things can’t be perfect and that is ok.   Sometimes you take what you can get.   We learn from things that don’t go our way and we move on.   So, let’s talk about Friday’s 50-mile ride and how I’ve come to think about 24 hours later:   the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.   The Good: Me going over Greenville   

  duunnn dunnn... duuuunnnn duun... duuunnnnnnnn dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn dunnnn –   Special Jaws music for special socks.   I rolled with my other Shark based socks yesterday.   I need to wear socks that could gobble stuff up because my feet and legs were gobbling up climbs and sprints yesterday.   Plus, these socks are just really freaking cool.   It was time to go back to Cross from Patterson Pass. I had set out to do it the week before, but we know how that ended, with a flat back tire and me having to fix it.   I have 90 miles on that tire now and it seems to be doing good.   So, I do what I do every Wednesday when I am going to ride a hilly secluded road alone and I put on my bright yellow they can see me from space neon jersey.   I call it my Coach Janna jersey because she loved her bright yellow tri and walk gear, I have gloves that match, because I am fancy.   I just want to make sure on these back roads that I stand out and people see me.

I learned one thing for sure on my recovery ride today.    That was I needed to trim my eyebrows.    They were apparently so out of control that there was one hair in particular from the left brow that obstructed my vision for the better part of an hour while I was riding.     Can you believe that no matter what I did with my sunglasses, one single freaking hair just hung in my line of sight, it is one of those things that makes a sane person go mad and a person like me?    Well it makes me want to scream at my eyebrows the whole time I’m out on the bike.     I wasn’t actually screaming outside of my head but inside I was angry. Work was to busy with meetings for me to make it to the pool today for my swim.  So, I thought about walking but why walk when you can ride?  So, I took the Fuji out for an hour and five minutes.  It was pretty great.  I stuck to mostly flat roads and did an older route that I’d done a while back.  It was good.  My legs felt good.  I kept my cadence in between

  Training Ride: 120 Minutes and a Climb up North Mines   Today was a two-hour training ride.   Not really pegged to a distance just pegged to time.   I thought I was riding 90 minutes, so I am glad I checked my training schedule before I headed out.   Now when it comes to my bike routes, I am a planner.   I plan them out, I normally then go drive them, and take stock in what I am undertaking.   Well, today when I left the house all bets were off because I didn’t have a clue where I was going but sometimes the fun is in the journey.   First, thing I did when I got going today was move set my bike into middle rings in the front and in the back. No longer do I need to be a big ring rider who is trying to be a macho a-hole.   I don’t know I always think of that line from Point Break when I think of big ring riding.   The original Point Break, with Roadhouse and Keanu in it.   The line that goes “Big Wave Riding is for Macho Assholes with a Death Wish” So, I think about that when I