Training Ride

I think that the older I get the more atuned to stress I get; this is to say that I am no longer debilitated by it, but am motivated by it. This is one of those weeks, for sure. Last weekend I thought that I was over the hump; I'd done three presentations, written a paper, and completed a midterm the week before. Well, I was wrong. My professors informed me at the start of this week that I have another paper to write by tomorrow and an exam on friday. My syllabus could have told me that too, if I was still reading it. The icing on the cake is that I needed to somehow get to Staunton and Bethesda on Friday and Saturday respectively. Those two were the worst to figure out because I am now sans-car.

I really liked the fact that I didn't have a car anymore for a while; less stress, no one piggybacking home with me, no gas to buy, the clean conscience that I wasn't killing the Earth everytime I turned the ignition. Then reality set in; I need to go see a play in Staunton on Friday night for an english class; I should have done it earlier, I know. Lacking a car is really inconvenient when neither of your friends, nor your significant other (cause I feel better about using him), have a car either. Thankfully it got taken care of. Then there was the whole deal with Saturday, which explains the title of this post.

I was contacted recently by a B and B alum who's planning a training ride and bbq on Saturday for D.C. area riders. It starts in Bethesda, and I really want to go. As luck would have it, Chris ate it on a ride through a mountainbike course and cracked his kneecap, and consequently needs to go back to Alexandria to get an x-ray on Saturday. I guess I should say, as unluck would have it. Either way, it looks like my problem there is solved because he can drop me off at the metro with my bike and I can metro in. I'm pretty excited, because this whole thing was pulled off by the skin of my teeth. Here's to hoping I don't get lost!

Therefore, I've decided that I thrive on stress, because I haven't even thought twice about any of this stuff; I just got it done. I'm now confidant that I can get through crises without skipping a beat. Now I just have to finish writing my eight page paper, which I put off in order to write this blog post.

Peace out, Hombres