Tuesday is a bicycle commute day. It's a good ride in during the morning coolness. I note the the ride home goes well and I just relax for the rest of the evening.
Wednesday and Thursday are a blur as something else breaks at work. "Can't we test anything without breaking it?" I work off stress each evening with good sessions with the weights and mowing the lawn or walking.
On Friday I get out for a good loop ride during the cool morning hours. Afterwards I run a few errands before relaxing again and then visiting my acupuncturist. It's a good session with the acupuncturist and i ask when she starts sticking needles in places that she's never stuck them before, "What does that location do?" And the responses are reasonable. After touching up the car I get in a good abdominal and lower back session with the weights and then I walk for an hour. There are phone calls with Person C_T and Person T_U and missed phone calls from Person T*.
Late on Friday I head for a club and meet up with Person C_T. We head to a second club and, can you believe it, this club has the fireplace going in the middle of July. Thus we don't stay long because the palce is very warm and humid. We go back to the herd/clone club and hang out. Person T_U calls and cancels his visit so Person C_T and I enjoy the music until Person C_T heads for home near 1:15. I stay until closing and have to deal with two people who want to become my friend (in addition to another while Person C_T was present). But I have fun and head for home near 2:20 am. The lights go off for sleep at 3:10 am on Saturday morning.
I wake up and can't sleep past 6:45 am, so I head out on the road bicycle for another loop ride. Now why is it that Friday's ride was a bit of a struggle when I had almost 8 hours of sleep and tis morning's ride I'm fast and strong after only 3-4 hours of sleep? Later I do the laundry and some grocery shopping. On Saturday afternoon and into the evening I spend a fair amount of time working on the roses, the carnations, and removing a lot of weeds that have become embedded in the juniper bushes in the front of the house. By the time that I quit and take a shower I have missed a number of calls regarding Person C_T's birthday dinner. And now it is too late to make it.
Person T_U calls at 10 pm and we head to a club in Orange County. The evening starts out slow and is kind of boring - the music isn't very good and the good songs that are played are mashed up into weird mixes. We run into a few acquaintances, but we're both leaving at 1:20 am. I get in a few minutes of reading about chronic inflammation and c-reactive proteins before I turn off the lights for sleep at 2:10 am on Sunday morning.
On Sunday I get out for the aquarium ride first thing in the morning and then watch the MotoGP race from Germany. Eventually in the afternoon I get in a good session with the weights as I continue to be just off the maximum weights for each lift. And then I get in a 40 minute walk to end the weekend's activities. Because I've taken a Kava root extract a while before bedtime I have the deepest sleep and the most vidi dreams. There's one dream with a Russian man in a grocery store line and there are others that I cannot remember. But they are extremely vivid.
On Monday I get up early and walk before work. I have a non-productive day at Northrop Grumman and get in a good session with the weights afterwards (as I stay near but not at the maximum weights for each lift). After another walk I cool down with a shower and continue reading about chronic low level inflammation, c-reactive proteins, and interleukin markers.
Tuesday is supposed to be a bicycle commute day, but I'm lazy and ride the motorcycle to work. Afterwords I get in a good workout for abdominals and lower back, mow and trim the lawn, and watch a stage of the Tour du France. This stage, a savage mountain stage up the gets me excited again. Thus Wednesday is a bicycle commute day and I crank along quite nicely on the way to work - wishing that I was in the way home I feel tired about a quarter to a third of the way home. Why is this? But then I keep spinning along and pretty soon I feel good again - good enough to charge up some hills and sprint in traffic. What was that all about?
On Thursday's motorcycle ride to work I notice a lot of motorcycles on the freeway today. A lot! They must be headed from San Diego through Los Angeles up towards the MotoGP race in Laguna Seca on Sunday. I should be there. But I will not be.
On Thursday and Friday I get in good sessions with the weights after work. And at 11:45 pm on Friday night I am walking into the herd/clone club after visiting two others for brief visits. Person T_U joins me near midnight. We hang out and listen to the music. Person T_U leaves a bit before closing time and I wait until closing time and then hang out on the sidewalk again befor heading for home. The lights go off for sleep at 3:10 am on Saturday morning.
On SUnday I get out for a morning bicycle ride and then watch qualifying for the German Grand Prix. There's a red flag when one driver's tire blows (due to a suspension member scraping on it) thus my recording end before I see who gets the pole. Afterwards I do the laundry, relax a bit, and get a haircut. It's been a strange day - I've been in a weird mood and thinking about things that I shouldn't be thinking about. Just keep life simple, Ray! Thus I go out for a 35 minute walk and I get back to within 10 minutes of the house and I'm starting to think that I can't make it home - I'm going to have an emotional collapse, sit down on the sidewalk, and start crying. Thus I pray, "Let me make it home before I collapse. I can deal with it better there". I do make it home and keep myself busy with a few little other things to take my mind off things that I shouldn't be thinking of. I watch a recorded part of the Korean drama but this does not help because one of the characters is dealing with his own problems and starting to break down.
It’s about a girl named Mizuki who was raised in America, but decides to move back to Japan by herself so she can go to the same school as Izumi, a high jumper she saw on TV. The only catch is that the school is an all boys boarding school. So Mizuki cuts her hair off and pretends to be a boy so she can be near Izumi.On Sunday I watch most of the German Grand Prix before going out cycling. It's a wild race with rain, a downpour, a dry track, and then more rain at the end. Two of the drivers make six pit stops during the race! The bicycle ride is good as I just spin down around the aquarium and back. The MotoGP race is from Laguna Seca, but it's kind of boring - as most racing at Laguna Seca is. I'm glad that I did not go. I get in a great session with the weights on Sunday afternoon - I'm going to be sore on Monday - and then I soak my feet in warm water and rubbing alcohol as I read. A relaxing time. And later I have the deepest sleep imaginable. Was it the great heavy lifting?
On Monday I spend all day on teleconferences at Northrop Grumman. I come home and have another great heavy session with the weights and go walking for 35 minutes before coming home to watch today's mountain stage in the Tour de France. I can't wait for Wednesday's stage on the Col du Abisque!