The antibiotic does a little number on my digestive tract on Thursday night, but I sleep well. I've sent an email to work saying "Don't be surprised if I don't come to work on Friday". When I wake up on Friday I decide whether to go to work or not and finally decide not. I wait for some morning warmth and take the mountain bicycle out to the old yacht club and back. I try to breathe deeply throughout to clean the lungs and at the end I put in a one mile speed surge to try and get as deepdown in the lungs as possible before a short warm-down. After a shower I return two books to the library and get two more and then go to a T-Mobile store to try and play a game with my home VOIP phone. T-Mobile, whO I don't have wireless service with, says it will take 24 hours to see if my game will work or not (because I don't want to pay a dime for my home VOIP phone anymore). Afterwards I wax the rims of the Yamaha YZF-R1 and now I'm tired so I relax in front of the television with a free weekend of Showtime programming. Near 6:30 pm Person Ti_Ca go over and walk around at First Fridays and I run into Dennis, the guy who put the roof on my house and who I run into cycling, and I run into a co-worker. This co-worker lives nearby - I never knew that.
I'm awake, more or less, on Sunday before 6:30 am and out the door right at 7 am to ride the road bicycle. It takes a while for the legs to get going but then I start cranking. I go north to the Whitter Narrows dam and back down the San Gabriel river trail. It seems like I'm going slow, but I'm passing other riders and nobody is shacing me down and passing me. It feels like all of the blood in my body is in my legs and I have no blood left in my brain to think - I can only turn the pedals over. But when I get homemy time is very fast and I am tired. I run an errand to the Home Depot for some supplies and then start in on some wine to celebrate the opening European race of the MotoGP calendar. Later I clean up the room where I cleaned and refinished the bookshelves though I want tow ait 72 hours for the finish to harden before putting the books back. And I prepare myself to go back to work after taking Friday off (claiming to be sick).
Wednesday is a good day! I put my head down and work away on the optimization routine updates and other model results. By the end of the day I've made a lot of progress and I'm ready to share the results with others. When I get home I do a pyramid lifting session with increasing weights and I feel strong. The last set is the heaviest weights I've used for a while and they feel pretty easy. Later I have an argument with a phone company as I continue to try and play a game with a telephone number and then I start working on a non-profit website that has been dormant for a while and I've decided to resurrect and generate big plans for.
There is rain on Friday morning. I go to the grocery store and do some web work and then go running. I get out for an hour run/walk (since it is too wet to ride). This is the longest I've run for quite a while and we'll see how stiff or sore I am in 48 hours. After a shower I clean the marble in one bathroom and polish three small silver cups that are fairly tarnished. And then I go back to work on some web programming and business because it is still threatening more rain. In the early afternoon I finally put the books back on the bookshelf that I re-finished last weekend.
Sunday starts with a road bicycle ride. I get to the Whittier Narrows dam intending to go further north and I notice that my rear wheel is wobbling all over the place. A quick stops it is way out of true. I even have to open up the brakes to keep the wheel from rubbing on the brakes. Thus I turn south on the San Gabriel river trail and ride a bit slower than usual for home. When I'm one mile from home I ride over some train tracks and there goes a spoke. Thus I crawl on home. It seems that the newer Mavic wheels are not as good/robust as the older ones. A decent Spanish Grand Prix produces no real surprise results. On sunday afternoon, as a continuation of Saturday night thoughts, I have thoughts of regret and doubt and realize it is time to stop working and move on with life. But I need a transition. Thus 100 working days until retirement.