Yikes!
I wrote this last week after I got back from Ohio but then life got pretty hectic…
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Back in town, FINALLY!
I cannot stress how fucked my flight back was.
The abridged version: a 1 hour layover in Phoenix turns into a 3 hour wait to repair our plane + 3 hours at customer service to get them to put us up in a hotel and flights out on another airline + losing our luggage + finding it + losing it + finding it and then not letting us board our flight + geting the “extra” search job at security 10 minutes before my flight home is supposed to depart.
ugh.
Picked up Pete from the airport the day after I got back in. Both of us are zonked out. She had a long 12 hour layover in London and her flights all sucked too.
Work on Wednesday and just destroyed me. I don’t feel particularly tired from the Tour of Ohio but, work stress just killed me. I went out to our local hilly circuit race Wednesday night and jumped from the gun and just put myself in the hurt right off the bat.
Bad race tactics = better workout. When I race smart I don’t get enough of a workout. Though, I felt dizzy for about an hour afterwards.
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Now it is Friday morning and after puking at the movie theatre last night I feel pretty awesome.
“Bad race tactics = better workout. When I race smart I don’t get enough of a workout. ”
That’s what I’m saying….
lol I live by that motto…
especially at PIR. if I pay $12-$15 for an hour or less of racing I better be getting a workout.
Usually I’m the one who puts the most hurt on myself, but then again, that’s what I’m paying for.