I really am a lucky person most of the time, except when I'm not... For instance:
My rear derailleur was destroyed today. A branch jammed it during my mountain bike ride, breaking it off and stranding me in the woods. Couldn't ride and had to hitch a ride back to my car. A real pity considering the sacrifice I made earlier in the day..
I slept in this morning and skipped the cyclocross race in Wrentham. Grrrr. Apparently there was a big soccer game which I am mistaken for caring about.. Later on in the day one of my team mates sends everyone on our racing team pictures from the event. Like rubbing my nose in it...
Also missed yesterday's antique tool auction- the one which comes around every four months or so- the one which helps supplement our income via ebay, the one I wanted to go to with my father in law (who is visiting from Turkey for the first time and would have enjoyed himself immensely) Why did I miss it? Because Murat is a gutless fucking weenie when it comes to certain domestic conflicts. This also explains why I opted not to go to the Wrentham race. I feel just like a caged lion. In a way I can't wait to get to work in the morning and pour all of this fire and poison into the impossible situations which I must conquer..
One of my highest level projects is going to have a complete melt-down tomorrow because a certain stone vendor in Ohio can't deliver my laboratory counters in time... I'm already thinking forward to what I will do with my free time, you know, in between jobs.
My father-in-law decided to break his abstinence of the past few weeks and bought himself some cheap vodka. I saw the brand and got a hangover... We broke out the bottle of raki we had been hiding (from both he and my father, who was also visiting recently) As long as he's going to drink, it may as well be something he likes.
My weight is up. Since the last road race of the season in October, I've been riding the bike only on weekends (when I am given permission), so instead of a caloric deficit, I have a huge surplus. I've gained 5-6 pounds so far and the sky's the limit, especially when I'm depressed, see I self medicate with food. One would think that the provider of a family would be encouraged to exercise and be healthy.. to train, race compete, be strong as a bull...but nyet.. Murat has the strength of four small children, not a bull.. Let me let everyone in on a little secret: I have to beg and plead and sometimes lie in order to spend time riding or training or racing on my bike. It's been the story of my life- the one thing which I am most bitter about- the one thing which I curse to hell and hate with every ounce of my being. Sometimes I fantasize about taking an ax or hacksaw and chopping all of my bikes into shattered bits, and leaving them in a pile in our garage for the family to find. I will plant a flag in the center which reads" "You win". And then I will walk in upon the astonished discoverers of my break-down, puffing a cigarette and guzzling a beer... Back to reality. That would be an awful waste of $10,000, so better just to sell them on ebay and use the money for the less wholesome habits and activities.
Thanks for reading.