Still Tired...

Morning weigh-in: 176.5#, 11% BF

 

...but what a difference a day makes, yadda yadda. I think I got the rest I needed, or at least some of it.

 

Short work day yesterday because of Raj's funeral. (I had a very surreal moment driving on the interstate in mid-afternoon, heading to Allentown for the funeral and listening to Tracy Ullman's "They Don't Know," it felt like I was in some kind of Mob movie or something.) This was the first Indian funeral/wake I've ever been to, and I had no idea what to expect, but with few exceptions -- the crowd was huge, and we sprinkled flower petals on Raj's feet -- it was standard fare, just a room full of people hanging out and grieving together. It was actually a combined viewing and funeral; I was there mainly for the viewing and left just before the start of the service proper.

 

I had a little free time afterward, so on my way to the gym I stopped at home and changed, and I also took a little time to move that MTO program a little further down the line. I got a chance to use it the other day in its incomplete form, and I think doing the final parts by hand told me what my next steps would have to be in the program. I should be done by the time I retire.

 

After that I hit the gym, where I did OK and felt fine, then went back home where Judy, Erika and Sally were visiting with Anne and Emmi. They'd been out to dinner at a local Middle Eastern restaurant and had some Turkish coffee, so the conversation was unusually vivacious...

 

A little socializing with the ladies, a little more programming after they left, and an early bedtime; tonight is the towpath and a visit to the Greek Food Festival, but I'm going to shoot for another early night.

 

You Down With OCD? I've been trying to floss regularly as a part of the new dental leaf I've turned over, and found the perfect way to get it done: I bought a pack of those flossing picks and brought them to work, where instead of idly chewing on pencils, I now idly floss as I do my thing.

 

Tired

Morning weigh-in (Wednesday): 175.5#, 11.5% BF

Morning weigh-in (Thursday): 176#, 11.5% BF

 

I guess it could be because I've been going nonstop since last Thursday, but I've been feeling really tired the last few days. I suspect that I'm coming down with something though, or maybe suffering from some seasonal allergy thing, because I've been stuffed up this past week and I've been noticing a little of the positional vertigo lately -- yoga last night was a doozy...

 

Rode Sals Tuesday, felt (and rode) terrible, Brew Works for dinner. Yoga yesterday, felt tired, Brew Works for dinner again. Tonight is the gym (after yet another funeral service), and I know some people are planning to go out, there was talk of a Porters visit but I think I need a night off. Tomorrow I'll be riding the towpath and keeping it pretty close to home again afterward, and Saturday I'd like to get up early enough to hit the gym, and maybe ride there.

 

All The People Who Died, Died: Another rough week. RIP Jim Carroll, and Patrick Swayze, and Mary Travers... also rest in peace Raj Bhalodia, a friend and colleague for the past 17 years. Fifty nine years old, he was helping someone move and had a heart attack Saturday; his service is where I'm going this afternoon. Lotta guys in suits here today, looks like the old days.

The Bash

Well, we're back from the RCST "Bash," four days of camping, biking, partying, and just plain sitting in the rain in the woods...

 

Basic Timeline: Anne and I arrived Thursday afternoon, and spent the evening at the group campfire with the other VMB early birds. Friday was a total washout, a rainy failure of a day, until we turned it around with a surprisingly pleasant ride; the evening chili contest -- I didn't win, again, though the winner was named Don --  segwayed into the now-traditional, and frighteningly successful, Friday Night VMB party, a luau this year. Saturday was still rainy but we did our "big ride" of the weekend, and got back just in time for the BBQ chicken dinner (this was also the night we -- the VMB campsite -- got into a confrontation with our neighbors over our late-night noise); and on Sunday the sun came back out, just in time for the end of the party, though we did get in a nice scenic ride up to the hang glider launch before we left. Back to camp for the last of the packing, and we were out of there by about 2:00. An awesome weekend, despite the rain.

 

(By the way, my big plan of pacing myself, and staying mellow through the luau so I could enjoy -- or at least be alive for -- the Saturday ride, paid off in a big way.)

 

I have pictures which I'll post pretty soon I'm sure; I'm still working my way through the West Virginia stuff so enjoy the recent additions and stay tuned for more...