Friday - up and running at 4:45am. Not preferable but sometimes you just have to do it when you can. I had to run for two hours before work. You can officially call me a mall walker. I ran down to the mall and looped their parking lot a few times before heading back. You know the terrain is kinda perfect, gradual grade changes, good road, lights and bushes in which to pee in. What is NOT good is running by Krispy Kreme Donuts and Panera Bread. It was cruel and unusual punishment. The smells coming out was just pure sugar and cinnamon and it was spectacular...OH, but this gel will do. Nasty. 12.5 miles before 7am, book it.
Friday nite I needed a drink or drinks as it were. My Coach and Mrs. Coach were kind enough to have me over to help drain their wine collection. Lots of laughs, as always. Even some exploding wine. After I got home and worked my way to bed, I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to have the dogs sleep with me. Ryan is gone, they can have his spot. We don't let them in our bed so this was a big treat. I lift grandma into bed and Magnus makes himself a little nest. Perfect. We're all holding paws and all is well with the world. UNTIL, Magnus is up whirling again, Kasha takes time to clean her paws, back to sleep, OMG what is that smell? Yes, Kasha's ass was near my head and just farting it up. I was awoken from my slumber by the smell of dog farts...next to my head! This was also near Ryan's pillow. I really need to wash the sheets. Now, I remember why I don't let them sleep in the bed.
Saturday was long ride day - 3:30 hour ride on tap, meeting coach at 10:30. It was gray, overcast, cold, damp and windy. We get talking and I tell him 3-3:30 would be just fine with me and I'll run extra when I get home. As always, tailwind on the outbound. When you're cruising at 24mph and not really working for it, you know you're IN for it on the way back. All was uneventful until we took a wrong turn. Yep, out in nodunkpodunk and we don't know where we are. Yes, I have google maps but I couldn't even tell you which way was north. SOOO, we just starting riding into the headwind, duh. We knew it was going to kick our butts so we just turned into it and started heading back, or what we thought was 'back.' We didn't see anything particularly interesting except for the one guy, waving at us from his truck like a girl, a limp wrist-ed wave, if you will. See, country folk give you the one or two finger salute off the steering wheel (not even the middle finger) so this was weird. His license plate on the front of his truck - CatLvr - this explains everything. Anyway, we make it to a road and store we are familiar with at about 3:15. The thought of calling my dad seriously crossed my mind, bag it and get me home. I didn't want coach to have that in his arsenal of stories, however. Remember when you pussed out and called your daddy? Yeah, I couldn't live with that. We forged on. I saw my front door 4:28 hours later. Add in one cheeseburger and fries + a HOT shower and I was golden. Hunkered down with the kids for the rest of the nite. I don't even know what I watched. Oh, yeah, I bagged the little 30 minute run I was supposed to do. I don't even feel bad about it.
Sunday - was SUPPOSED to be my 10 mile TT. Um, I'm not doing a 10 mile TT in below 40 degree weather. Trainer time! Gross but preferable at this point. Why is it that I can get bundled up and 'cold ride' on a road bike but not my TT? It's just wrong. Swim in the afternoon (4000 metres for my Canadian friends), some pizza with pops and football! Poor Titans. They're looking like the Lions of last year. I have some tickets for sale.
Are we there yet?