The evening after the finish of the Tour of the Valley, I was watching the Tour de France and thinking, “damn, I feel just like Lance Armstrong”.
Lance was dropped and was being shepherded to the finish by a couple of teammates.
At the Tour of the Valley, because I had a decent TT time, I had a couple of teammates ready to sacrifice and help me during the road race. Which was very cool. And during the road race I ended up needing that help to catch back up to the lead group after the 2nd big climb.
At that point my main motivation for even trying to stay with the front group was because guys had helped me do it. I knew I wasn’t going to have legs to put in any big attacks toward the end, but if I could just stay in with the leaders I wouldn’t lose any time on GC. I don’t like racing like that — just surviving — but I felt that I would be letting teammates down if I didn’t.
The officials took the GC time at the point where we started the finishing circuit. I considered quitting at that point, but since so few guys were going to finish I stayed in survival mode and finished out the circuits to claim a money spot for the day.
At the end of a race, regardless of placing, I always have a feeling of satisfaction or dissatisfaction. If have that gnawing sense of dissatisfaction, then it’s because I think I could have done better. After the Tour of the Valley road race I was satisfied just to have survived.
A friend at work “rescued” this cat. It started hanging around, so being a cat person, he fed it. The cat was super friendly, so he figured someone had abandoned it. He was looking for someone to adopt it, so we said “OK, why not”.
My friend was right — it is as friendly and affectionate a cat as we’ve ever met.
Except it doesn’t want to stay in the house. It sits by the window and looks outside, and at every opportunity tries to get out. We wanted to keep it indoors for a while — at least for a few months so that it learns where ‘home’ is.
But it’s major stress trying to keep the cat from doing what it wants to do. When it’s gotten out, it’s stayed out for several days. The first few times it came back. But now we’re at 3 days with no sign of the cat.
We finally came to the understanding that the cat is going to do what it wants. And so now I don’t really care what that is. If it comes back, then fine. If it doesn’t, well, that’s just what the cat wants to do, regardless of how attached we might be to it.
In the previous couple of months, seeing all those people trying to “convince” LeBron to stay in Cleveland seemed rather pathetic. Just like I would be pathetic if I tried to convince my cat that he should want to stay with us, and stay in the house and never try to get out.
The big difference though is that my cat didn’t hold a 1 hour TV special to announce that he was going to go live in the woods and eat mice and chipmunks. So I have a lot more respect for the cat.
… for not having updated this blog since November, that is.
Why use two- or three-hundred words when you can say it in 140 characters?
That’s meant to be rhetorical, but it does raise an actual question.
Not long ago I sent an email, and the recipient joked: hey, when did you start dropping your personal pronouns? I’ve noticed that my work email at times takes on a “Twitter-esque” tone.
I’m afraid I’m losing the ability — more like the patience — to string together more than just a couple of coherent sentences.
Even as I write this Tweetdeck has popped up and is telling me that 2 new tweets have come in. It’s hard to force myself not to look at them.
I was noticing the other day that at every work meeting I now go to, everyone has a laptop and/or cellphone open, and is constantly looking at it. At least now they can’t say the meeting was a total waste of time. Or can they?