But apparently, somewhere along the way, I began to associate the 5:30 a.m. alarm with—are ya ready for this?—getting out of bed.
So I did.
I got up, got out, got on the bike and rode for 45 minutes, a new route.
It was a beautiful route. I started having fun again (in between moments of visualizing my gory death by Lexus out in tony Potomac, Maryland).
I got all the way through it until five minutes from home...FLAT!!! My third in 7 days. WTF?!?!
But I didn't let the flat throw me (literally). I just rode home on it.
But enough about that. Here's the really exciting news:
What happened was: I was on the wait list for the Annapolis Tri, Sept. 7, which was canceled; then the race director of Nation's (Sept. 14) decided to accept everyone who was signed up for Annapolis, except surely that did not include those on the waiting list, right? Wrong! A few e-mails later, I was in!
And just like that, my mood changed to this:
What can I say? One day I'm down and the next day I'm up (note to self: adjust meds).
But you all knew that already.