My post on the 20th, gained me an email from a friend who wanted to make sure I was okay. Yes. I’m okay. I was actually in a good mood when I wrote that, but had just come out of a bad stretch.
Things were good last week and through Saturday. I was upbeat, productive at work, and had hope for the future. Then Sunday happened.
I’ll back up. Friday after work, I went to Apocalypse Brew Works for beer. It was packed inside, but they had a campfire in the parking lot, so I sat around with a group of strangers and got drunk. It was actually a good time. There’s something about sitting in a circle around a fire that gets you talking to people.
I left there after having one too many. I still hadn’t eaten dinner, so I stopped at Cumberland for a burger and one more beer. Cumberland didn’t have a fire or a circle, so I really didn’t talk to anyone. My ride home was a blur – an uneventful blur, but still… I got home and went to sleep.
I woke up Saturday morning feeling dehydrated and smelling of wood smoke. I felt much better after a shower and a pot of coffee. Saturday’s plans were grocery shopping and housecleaning. Oh, and I had a growler of beer I’d brought home from Apocalypse.
I drink too much beer. I realize that. It hurts my weight loss efforts. It hurts my mental state. I’ve cut down for a while, only to pick back up later. I was determined to not over-do it on Saturday, as I had big bike plans for Sunday.
I thoroughly cleaned the drivetrain on the rSogn for Sunday’s plans. Timothy was putting on an LBC Populaire.
I woke up early Sunday feeling good. I cooked a good breakfast and drank plenty of coffee.
The ride was planned at 68 miles. I wanted 100 miles for the day, so if I took the long way to the ride start location and back (in Prospect), I could do that.
I headed out in plenty of time. I was underdressed, but I knew it would warm up. Ten miles in, I wanted to turn around and go home, but I kept going. It was 18 miles until I arrived in Prospect for the 10:00 AM departure.
There were some interesting bikes there. One guy from Columbus Indiana was riding a recumbent. Sam, from Lexington Kentucky, was riding a Velo-Orange Polyvalent.
Being a timed event, I didn’t bother with pictures. We rolled back toward town. Many of the riders pulled ahead of my on River Rd. They were soon out of site. There were still a few behind me somewhere. After a bit, the recumbent rider passed me.
Two riders behind me caught up as we were approaching downtown. They slowed a bit to stay with me. We crossed the Second Street Bridge into Indiana, and the faster group had apparently made a wrong turn somewhere, and were coming back toward us. Now I was riding with a group again.
While riding next to the recumbent rider and talking to him, I didn’t spot a pothole in time, and hit it hard. There was no damage to my bike, but I had to stop to retrieve my pump which had fallen off. Nobody waited for me. I was pretty much cooked already at this point. I had pushed a pretty good pace (for me). I was unable to catch them.
I continued on to the first control, Quill’s Coffee in New Albany. Most of them were still there, including Timothy. My mind was made up. I let him know I wasn’t continuing with the ride. I was only 18 miles into the Populaire, 36 miles into my day. They left while I had a cup of coffee.
I wasn’t ready to ride another 12 miles to get home. I was that tired. I was about a block away from New Albanian Brewing, so I rode there for a beer and food, then began a slow amble home. It took me nearly an hour to go those 12 miles home.
I cooked a nice dinner at home. I spent some time stretching my leg muscles, which had begun to cramp up. I was exhausted – much more exhausted I should have been for the riding I did. I felt kind of “cooked” mentally too. I went to bed at a reasonable time with the intention of riding the recumbent to work and taking the long way in the morning.
This morning, I hated the world. I hated the alarm clock, the bikes, myself, and the fact I don’t own a car. My legs and neck were still in pain, but the mental pain was bigger. I couldn’t call off work. I wasn’t going to spend the money on a cab. I took the bus to work. Riding the bus made me feel slightly sick, which it normally doesn’t.
Getting to work didn’t improve matters. I was grumpy. My co-workers were annoying. I wasn’t very pleasant to be around.
I left work at 5:00 on the dot. I didn’t want to miss my bus. My mood had improved a bit, but I still felt a bit ill on the bus.
I cooked another nice dinner and prepared leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch. I did the dishes. I played on the computer. I feel better, but not quite right.
Maybe cutting out beer for a week (or three) will change things a bit. Maybe just getting back in the habit of being at home, cooking, paying attention to my dogs, and playing on the computer will help.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings.