Normal?
I finally felt a little piece of normalcy today; whatever that means. Maybe there will just be a new normal since it’s been so long since the old normal. The new normal certainly doesn’t have Brian traveling to Malaysia twice in two months or me working 55-hours a week. I’m still getting used to new the normal not having a Fozzy Bear. That one still kills me.
But today, it was just Brian and I in the house. That has not happened in a very long time. Of course, we did nothing together. Brian watched Battlestar and I watched the penultimate day of the tour but it felt normal again. Brian gets on a plane in 4-hours so it’s short lived but it’s hope.
Wow, this kind of turned into a downer. The reality is that I’m just tired; very, very tired. I know something has to give but I’m unwilling to give anything up. It’s a constant balancing act.
The ride today was a risk. It was meant to be a sprinting and attacking drill but when we all showed up, most of the crew looked worse than I did. In the end, we split from Kim, who wasn’t extremely attached to the workout anyway, and did a much chilled 3-hours. By “chilled†I mean 17mph instead of 18.5mph. It was pretty conversational and we got to see the F1-Track progress.