When the alarm went off this morning a little voice whispered in my ear, "You need to take a day off!" So I listened. I had been feeling particularly dragged out the last couple of days with no particularly good explanation. It's not like I've been doing a lot of hard training miles or anything, but something has just not been quite right. Perhaps I've been fighting off some airplane bug, or maybe a Sushi bug from the other night, or whatever.
Last night Sam stopped by to return the team kit he had borrowed for his recent trip to TXBRA land, so we hung around and talked for an hour or so, which, for me, resulted in a second bottle of beer and an early bedtime. I must have needed that, because for the first time in a week I slept like a rock. In fact, after I decided to ignore the morning alarm clock I slept for another hour before getting out of bed as the morning sun streamed through the blinds. That seems so strange. With a routine that normally has me out the door by 6:30 am at the latest, waking up to sunshine this time of year is really a different experience. So with a good night's sleep and a day off for the legs, I'm feeling kind of refreshed this morning.
The only thing that is nagging me as I sit here in the office looking out at the warm and sunny landscape is a growing desire to be out on the road instead of sitting here driving a computer and desperately procrastinating about revising my job description. I hate job descriptions -- especially mine. Perhaps it's because the reality of it all is that it can really be summed up quite nicely in one short sentence. "Does whatever is needed, whenever it is needed, for whoever needs it." Allocating percentages of effort to things like "35%: Assists in the formulation of long-term multidisciplinary and inter-institutional programs responsive to University needs and capabilities and Congressional priorities" is like trying to nail jello to the wall and, really, who wants jello on the wall anyway? Besides, it's not like when somebody in the office can't (for the tenth time) figure out how to scan and email a document I'm going to say "sorry, that's not in my job description."
On tap for the weekend is a hopefully low-intensity visit to the Giro Ride on Saturday and then a drive up to St. Francisville for the annual Rouge-Roubaix festival of pain followed by a quick trip back to N.O. to pick up The Wife from the airport. I miss the days when we used to start the new season with a flat 25-mile road race. There's also The Daughter's gymnastics meet in Minnesota tonight that hopefully I'll be able to follow via online scoring, plus my sister's dogs to feed because they will be out of town.
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