4.26.10
Night time Lock Down, only my jaw. Crazy, how I have to lock it down every time I get ready for bed. Adds to ‘bed time routine’. I’m going back old school. I used to always just write the date on my blog, you know, I kinda want to just do it the way I used to, in the olden days.
Pew, crazimol-mol just gassed one in my face. She doesn’t seem to mind a bit.
Today was a good day. It was a little rough, in the beginning, I was out sleep last night, I only took two teaspoons of my medicine, I have been taking 3, and it was a rough night, dogs got me up twice, jaw got me up a couple of times. I took 3 earlier, and another 2, after I locked down, WOW, did it hurt. I have no idea why it would hurt more after lock down, usually I can’t wait to get it locked down because it feels so much better. I took a blow to the jaw when offering my little monkey kisses at bedtime last night.
I have been doing my beginner ride every Monday at 12:30 at Bikes Plus at Flower Mound. I really want people to come. I want to help people become better riders. I want to do skills with them so people can be more comfortable on the bike. So far, none of my peeps have come. It kinda bums me out. I want to outreach and help fellow cyclists learn how to handle a bike. I was targeting beginners, true beginners, but everyone can learn from doing skills and drills. And that’s my job. The first two weeks, I had someone sub it for me, the last two weeks, I have been there. Last week, I feathered the brakes a little bit, this week, I felt much more confident and comfortable. I may have actually covered 15 miles. That would have been cool. I may have had it in the big ring some, and may have done a little sprint, maybe that’s why my jaw is hurting more tonight. No, no, no it wasn’t a full on sprint, just a wanna be sprint.
I’m working on time management. I have come to a couple of realizations in all of this. One, I want to work the same amount of hours but on less days. Also, I want to work less unless, we buy a house in New Mexico. Not coaching but the training gig. I want to have a clean house, and a nice yard, not compulsively clean, but clean would be good. I love what I do but I don’t want to kill myself, trying to do it. And as you can tell, I got pretty close.
I was amazing this weekend, I had scheduled off because I was supposed to travel, decided it was not in my best interest to be traveling with such a limited diet, transferred my ticket to see my Grandma, and actually took two days off. OK, not totally off, but off enough, where I actually got the grout detailed and my yard worked on. It’s tough being the perfect mom, the athlete, the coach, the trainer, the team manager, the chauffeur, the gardener,the chef and the maid. I have promised myself two days totally off per week. I don’t think that’s much. And I have promised to be better organized with my scheduling.
I have not been totally destroyed by not being in Las Vegas yesterday. I am pretty sure I couldn’t beat number one in my age group. I am pretty certain I would have gotten to Maui. Without a doubt, I would have gotten that slot to the World Championship. I guess, it’s not my year. I can’t wait to see what happens in October that over rules me breaking my jaw. Another day, another dollar, going into this week, relaxed, not rushed, and rested is totally PRICELESS. And going to see Grandma… better than any race out there.
Tomorrow, track,short and sweet, drills mostly with nothing over a 200 yard. Primary focus recovery, cadence, and drills.
Peace
