WAKING UP

    Every day I get to wake up is a new journey for me.  The excitement of what each day can hold is endless and gets me up every day.  Well not really it is the Iron Man watch set for 6 am that does the trick without it I am a 9am guy!  Every day and every moment is geared towards one thing getting faster on a bike all the while maintaining a balanced life <sort of>.  Once out of bed I get my legs moving and on most days can tell what type of day it is going to be training wise, as I stumble out of the bed room I stager over to the espresso machine and rev it up for another day.  By the grace of God espresso brews faster that coffee and soon I am on the couch reading the morning financials while I listen to some mind programming tracks on my Droid.  After the financials I usually read or study, currently I am reading Iron Wars by Matt Fitzgerald, Dave Scott, Mark Allen and the greatest race ever run.  Kid wakes up at 6:45 and my role changes into Super Dad !

Depending on what type of training needs to be done for any day I usually try to begin at 0900 however over the past few days weather and interior construction crews have thwarted my efforts to get it all done.  Well thwarted really isn’t the right word its more like their work ethic is rather lower than mine so 3 hrs late for an appointment is no need for alarm.  What happens in the back ground though is that my training gets pushed out 3 hours and then as the end of the school day nears my training time becomes compressed, then compressed and then some more so that what was to be a 3 hour session needs to be rushed into an hour and that is as long as I skip eating!  SO frustrated beyond my mind and crawling out of my skin I stuff in the major work sets of my training then suck down a power-aid 6 amino acid tablets and a sugar free Rock Star.

I finally realize that hey the extra training just isn’t going to happen today no matter how much hand wringing or vocal complaining I do, the fact is what is just is and I take a deep breath and just let it go knowing that what is past has no bearing on the moment.  At 3 pm I get my daughter from school and any semblance of that serine calm quickly disappears.   Now bike racers are an odd lot anyways but soon in the chaos of the afternoon I hatch a plot to “make” up the training lost and implement the plan as soon as the next sunrise hits so its been more like a win-pause-win not bad for two days and my hours will end up just as they should have, so again while I am sucking on a power-aid I am smiling knowing the Great Spirit is in my corner today, maybe I will push it and E-mail Mark Allen and see if I can get some sage advice.