Slow roll today peppered with moments of what's needed to start re-stoking the coals for the weekend's forthcoming frolics. I could feel the muscles re-tear from last weekends efforts with every pop above 900 watts. Frankly it felt good.
These trips take the life out of me. It's getting harder and harder to bounce back when I get back to 'reality'. It takes everything while traveling to eat well, stay healthy and rest when business is driving you like a freight train. The balance is imbalanced the moment you get on that outbound plane. When its wheels up, I calculate how many hours precisely it is until I get home. Somehow, I turn it on, do my thing and obtain focus on the subject matter at hand, but when I get back to the hotel room it is like a full scale collapse after all day meetings and realizing it's midnight and I've got to race my bike in a few days. Literally, I'm thinking as I lie awake buzzing in my head from all the technology discussions, how this lack of sleep is going to take a lap out of me on Saturday.
F it. Life is good. I'm gunning for it whenever and wherever. I just gotta remember to pull up my big girl panties and get 'er done. What would Chris say to me about my whining?