I woke for work Thursday morning at 3 a.m. when my alarm went off. I drank my morning “wake up” two cups of coffee, showered and left at 4:23. I put a full day in and left at 3:15 p.m., arriving home at 5:15. Thursday’s a meeting night so leaving work late messed me up a little bit. I had to get dressed quickly and get my butt out the door with the Venge if I was going to get a ride in.
I opted for a 30 minute ride because I was so short on time. I figured I’d do some intervals and call that good, shooting for an 18-ish mph average. After the first mile-and-a-half I got out of the saddle and hit it hard, sprinting north of 26 and holding that for a couple of power poles. Three more power poles and another sprint. Then another, and another. I’d taken my average pace from 18-1/2-mph to just north of 20. Rather than rest, I decided to hammer the rest and finish the ten-mile course in less than 30 minutes. North and south weren’t much of a big deal – I was holding 22-mph easily. The problem was going to be a three-mile stretch into the wind, heading east. I carried some decent speed through the corner and put my head down, trying to stay just above my 20.4 mph average. I got caught at a stop sign by traffic after the second mile, but with only one to go into the wind, I knew I’d make it. 9.91 miles in 29:21 for a 20.2-mph average…. Not bad for short on time.
I cleaned up and headed out to meet my sponsor for dinner at 6:30. I was two minutes late. We had a nice dinner and headed to our meeting. After some decent discussion, we packed it up and I took him home. I crawled into bed at a few minutes after 9 p.m., exhausted.
Most days are like that, anymore. Packed with so much to do, it’s hard to get to it all. I once naively worried I’d be bored in recovery. That was more than a few 24-hours ago. I’ve come to learn that I have a tough time fitting everything in.