On my 90 mile ride yesterday, the finishing temperature was 93 with heat index over 100. I began hydrating, drinking water and Gatorade like it was going out of style, the night before. When I woke up, I continued with the water and drank my normal 2 cups of coffee.
If you’re worried about having to stop too often (and I was), I’ve found that the greater the effort I put in, the less I have to worry about that – I only stopped once in 90 miles – and I drank another 5 large bottles of water and a Gatorade during the trip. I don’t know if there’s any scientific data to back this up, but it seems like the effort acts as a shut-off switch.
That said, by the time I got back home, I was a touch dehydrated and that surprised the hell out of me. I felt great, no chills or dizziness, none of the major symptoms of severe dehydration. No, it was the “nature calls” deep yellow problem. I was utterly stunned as much water as I’d downed on that ride – especially on the way home. I drank 2 bottles worth of water on the way out, and six on the way back (I know the math doesn’t add up, I filled up and drank 1-1/2 bottles on the way home from the shop and I didn’t include those in the initial equation).
In any event, dehydrated I was and it took two more Gatorades and a bottle and two glasses of water to right the ship.
The point I’m trying to get at is that dehydration is hard to stay on top of in the heat, during a sustained effort. Be carefull. I was, and I still came up short.
So you want to own your own business. I will admit, sometimes it is as sexy as it sounds, but it usually isn’t. I’m supposed to be sitting on my couch, sipping a cup of glorious coffee, enjoying the afterglow of my triumphant 90 mile’er yesterday and enjoying my first real break from work since Christmas week… Unfortunately a storm blew through early this morning and knocked our power out and I have work to get done that I easily could have accomplished from the comfort of my home.
So here I sit in my office, where I do have power, so I can hopefully get enough done before noon that I can scoot home and enjoy the rest of the afternoon with my wife and girls. Of course, if I’d been working for someone else, this time would have been scheduled off and my responsibilities would have been delegated elsewhere and I’d be home where I belong enjoying some much neeeded relaxation time.
Unfortunately that’s not how things roll when you own the place. You’ve gotta make sure the work gets done so your people can feed their kids – and you can feed yours. There are definitely advantages, but it takes a lot of motivation and drive to get the job done when you had your heart set on hanging out with those you love the most, after a seven month stretch without a vacation.
While the miracle job does fall from the heavens from time to time, the surest way to make sure everything works is to get everything done on time – and contrary to popular belief, that always has to start at the top and work its way down. The early bird does get the worm, there are no points for second place, and it isn’t always a walk in the park.
It just is what it is.