Thursday, May 14
Waiting for the Worms
Waiting. Waiting to see if I feel better. Waiting to pack for one or two or none races.
Avoiding. The Pie is sick with something that Nia had last week. Trying to lose weight and get ready for a very loaded end of May with "something" going around? No bueno. Stuffing my face and dodging sneezes and coughs.
Hoping. Hoping that a key piece of equipment (at least that's what I'm telling myself) gets here before the Trans-Sylvania Epic. Hoping that by the end of next week, I feel like I did last week... which was pretty okay.
Grasping. Mostly at straws.
Floundering. At blogging mostly. Seems that with other things occupying my mind, nothing is coming out of my brain other than angst and packing lists and logistics and... a signal to my mouth that tells it to produce "meh" sounds every fifteen seconds.
And before anyone suggests it, I've already tried a liberal application of Peanut M&M's and Hop Hunter in an effort to make it all go away. It's not not worked before, so...
I gotta make the call before 6:00PM tomorrow as to what to do this weekend. I'd have to feel a lot worse to avoid both races. Pretty sure I can pull a marginal performance at the 55.5K straight outta my ass even if I feel like two asses, which is one less ass than I feel like right now.
It's probably just a brain cloud.
Don't watch more than fifteen seconds of that. Not the best moments of Joe.
Posted by dicky at 7:33 AM