At the clog factory, they have wonderful coffee, lots of variety, and man it tastes so good. This is a stark contrast from my former employer the brokerage firm, who didn't supply coffee, or even water for their employees. "cost savings" That, however is a blog for another day entirely.
But I digress, as of last October, I was forced to give up on the bean, because, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't function. But surely there was a hole in my heart. In January I decided to have a cup on a particularly cold Sunday morning. It was wonderful. I wanted to bathe in it. I was still hooked. Diane thought to herself, "he never has a second cup at home?" But still, I knew that I couldn't go back to my 4 cup a day habit, if I wanted any sleep.
So I started my weekend obsession with coffee, drinking it only on Saturdays and Sundays. This has worked pretty well for me, until I realized every Sunday night I was up watching the late, late show. Hmmm, have to adjust my coffee days. Now Friday and Saturday, you can find me enjoying Columbia's finest. None of that really has anything to do with anything, other than I really love coffee, and I am looking forward to a cup right now.
With great anticipation I looked forward to kicking off my race season this week. Yeah, it was a road race, but to be honest racing with Tom (papa Smurf), Jan, and E-town, I was looking forward to playing domestique and working hard for the boys. I have had a great few weeks of training, and I really looked forward to this as my pay off:
I packed up my bag:
Sweet Spot Brand Wool Jersey: check.
Secret Henry's team shorts: check.
My Pink leopard Helmet and my white hand of Saron gloves: check.
DCCoD woolie to represent without helmet head after the race: check.
Then as much as I popped Airborne like pez, a cold struck me down. It became apparent on our Saturday morning mountain bike ride with a killer group (Monkey, FFA, FIL, Jan, E-town, Wheelie Ted) that I couldn't breathe. I had a slight sore throat, and now a full blown head cold.
Still wanting to be the man, I thought I could tough out the race. I've made this mistake before, and just gotten myself sicker. so I called the coach:
And Mayhew told me what in my heart I knew was best, "when in doubt leave it out" and that's what I did, that's why instead of racing at the pine cone with my boys right now I'm here blogging. I feel pretty shitty. I'm popping vitamin C, airborne, and cold advil in a cocktail that makes my pee look like neon.
I am looking forward to next weekend and Mike Kuhn's Relay Race. I don't do a ton of Mass races, so I'd like to have a good showing . I love the Marysville course, and I want to ride well at the Mass Relay next weekend. I'm hoping I can turn the suck knob down a bit, and put together a good ride. Great rest week, when I catch a cold. So pass the airborne, the vitamin c tablets, and lets hope we can chase this out of the system by Saturday. Usually it take me 10 days to chase off a cold, hopefully this will work out.
This weekend I had the best chicken fried steak in my life. No not some Denny's slab of meat, but a nice piece of meat, where the meat was the feature, not the gooey gravy sauce. (although I do like the gooey gravy sauce). The meat was adorned with excellent horseradish potatoes and a some nice green beans. I'll admit the steak was so large, I couldn't polish off the vegetables. All this was from specials list at the ole Home Grown in town. It was excellent. One of the best meals I have had in a while for sure.