Monday, September 03, 2007

Just... dead... tired

Phew... I knew it would end up like this, but I'm just freaking tired from this weekend. Here's the short recap that my weakened brain can handle:

Friday - Got out a little early, went to hand therapy, got home early enough to get out for a ride. It was raining... I didn't care.

Saturday - Saturday a.m. my lovely wife let me sleep until I was good and ready to get up. It's been so long since I could just shut off all alarms and continue to roll over until I was just good and ready to get up. She took the oldest and youngest out on some errands and the middle one is actually quite good at being quiet. Funny thing is, I was up before 9 and that felt like an eternity. It was so nice to actually feel refreshed for a change when I got up. After that we did a couple things and then I got out riding. Unfortunately, I've had a chest cold since late last week and every time I pushed even a little bit it felt like my throat closed up. I cut the ride shorter than planned, but I still got out.

After lunch my wife headed up to Pepperell to solidify her title as SuperMom... that's right folks, a little skydiving action. She had wanted to go since she sent me three years ago and she finally arranged it. I took the boys to buy their soccer gear and then we headed up to watch. A great time was had by all and she made it up to and back from 14,000 feet in one piece.

Sunday - I met the tri crew at 6:30 for what was advertised as a 12 mile run at 8 minute pace. None of us believed it for a second and we were right. Ended up being something like 7:15's, but it was mostly comfortable. The breathing still sucked, but I made it through. After that I did some errands, went to the driving range with the older 2, and generally didn't do anything big. It was sort of relaxing, but I was still beat when I got to bed at 10:30.

Today - I have some friends who run North American distribution for Inov-8 which is a kick-ass European trail running shoe company. They were moving their warehouse and just needed bodies so I volunteered. So as not to miss out an on opportunity to ride I headed out for the 15 miles down to the old place this morning with a backpack full of work clothes. Worked from 8:30 to about 2:30 building shelves, moving pallets of merch around, stocking now built shelves, and generally whatever they needed. Then I hopped back on the bike for the 12.5 miles home from the new place. Long day of full body work today so I'm now completely spent. I'm sure the beer and Irish coffee for dinner didn't help, but let's call it the exercise :) Irish coffee is strange... I've always called it a wash and figured that the whiskey overrides the caffeine so you end up back where you started in terms of altertness :) At least I can tell myself that...

Gotta get some kids in bed...

Oh, final note... some photo evidence of me pretending to be a miler back in July. Two sidebars to this picture: 1) You can see the right leg fresh skin from the Wells crash, and 2) This is the day before I broke my hand.

2 comments:

gewilli said...

hey look - it is another skinny pale white boy running...

LOL

trackrich said...

That's MISTER Skinny Pale White Boy to you sir...

Sunscreen and sleeved shirts are the best friends of us fair skinned Swedes...