Hard to Believe

Yesterday, in a state of caffeine-induced optimism, I decided I’d go in to the office for the afternoon. I had to drop some stuff off at UPS anyway, so The Wife picked me up, we took care of the shipping (the medals for the track championships finally being sent to the promoter) and then went to the office. Well, by 4:00 I could hardly focus my eyes any more, even with my glasses on, so we bailed out around 4:30 and went to the drug store to fill a prescription. Naturally they were too busy to tYesterday, in a state of caffeine-induced optimism, I decided I’d go in to the office for the afternoon. I had to drop some stuff off at UPS anyway, so The Wife picked me up, we took care of the shipping (the medals for the track championships finally being sent to the promoter) and then went to the office. Well, by 4:00 I could hardly focus my eyes any more, even with my glasses on, so we bailed out around 4:30 and went to the drug store to fill a prescription. Naturally they were too busy to transfer the pills from the big bottle to the small bottle while I waited, so I had to go back two hours later to pick them up. By then The Wife had just returned from a long walk so I decided I could make the three block drive myself. Well, somehow when I was getting back into the car and reaching to close the driver side door with my right hand without making my left collarbone hurt I must have pinched a nerve in my right shoulder. You know, the one that works. This was getting hard to believe. So my right shoulder (actually it feels more like my anemic little cyclist deltoid) is now hurting about as much as the left, and since I’ve done this before with that shoulder I know it’s probably going to hurt for at least a few more days. For the last few weeks we’ve had a portable toilet stationed right across the street from our bedroom window that is being used by the crews who are working on the gas line replacement project. It hasn’t been a problem at all. Well, that is until 4:00 am this morning when I heard a loud noise outside. I looked out and saw a big black pickup truck ramming the thing. It was making repeated loops around the little triangular neutral ground, plowing into the toilet each time. After five or six loops the jackass had pushed it past the intersection and all the way out into the left lane of the 6-lane street behind the house. Maybe he had a fight with his girlfriend and was taking it out on a defenseless portable toilet. Who knows? Hard to believe. I called the Pot-o-Gold folks this morning and I guess someone came out and moved it out of the street, but it’s still sitting up on the neutral ground of S. Claiborne Avenue and there’s a stray roll of toilet paper left as a souvenir outside my window. I hope none of the workers need to pee today. So yesterday I bolted my old aero bars onto the Cervelo in order to further reduce my excuses for getting back onto the bike. Maybe later today if this shoulder thing permits I’ll see if I can spin my legs a little bit. Baby steps….. It’s hard to believe it’s been almost a week, but then I guess time flies when you’re on drugs.

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