As I type this the weekend is all but officially over. I should be asleep, or at least heavily into sleep preparation. Instead, I am at this keyboard trying to pound out a few words before the reality of Monday morning work comes crashing down on me and I am struggling to find Monday’s Perfect Moment so I can sleep.
Are you following all this?
The weekend was pretty great, with only some minor bumps in the road. Let me illustrate.
Saturday’s bike ride was good. We did 90 kilometres on what was a beautiful Saturday morning. I was so glad I got out for the ride no matter how tightly the bed was trying to reel me in. The ride was great and for all but the last climb, I held my own in the B group. During the climb I got boxed in and lost all my momentum. Even in the lowest gear I couldn’t get enough rotation to keep going. I am going to have go back to that hill and beat it. Of course, that hill is on the club’s hill climb for next year, so I am sure I will have some opportunities.
Before departure, one of the riders pointed at me and said “He’s a C rider.” She was looking for people to put in a C group for one of the slower riders. I could have just swallowed that and taken it, but I didn’t. I said, “Don’t pigeonhole me! I’ve improved a lot and I am riding with the B group.” The oldest member of the group backed me up and nobody said a word after that. Standing up for myself is Saturday’s Perfect Moment.
I also took some time to brighten someone else’s day. One of the ride leaders works very hard to be consistent and keep the group together and safe. When we were riding together I took a moment to compliment her. She confided to me that she felt a bit unloved and under appreciated. People didn’t like her instructions and pre-ride pep talks. I did my best to boost her confidence.
Of course, after that ride and the climbs, I was pretty much toast for the rest of the day.
I tried to go out for Chinese food on Saturday, but when I pulled up to my favourite place, they were in the midst of renovation. The place had been a pretty poor excuse for a restaurant, so I had high hopes for renovation. Sadly, reports from the neighbouring convenience store indicated that they were switching cuisines. Oh well.
Sunday was a day to sleep my tiredness off. It was also a chance to spend some unstructured time with my girlfriend. Easily a Perfect Moment.
I got home with enough time to watch the Notre Dame game that I had recorded the night before. I had purposely kept away from anywhere on the internet that could spoil the game for me. Sadly the Fighting Irish didn’t win. They had a chance to win, and might have pulled it off in the dying moments. Sadly it was not to be.
I didn’t watch the Emmy Awards. It just isn’t my kind of thing. So no spoilers here.