Surviving the Weekend

I can't believe it's August already. 15 days to go on the cast. I can't wait to get it off, but I've found that its amazing how resourceful one can be with enough time. From the first whine-y post back in May, I've figured out how to tie my shoes, write my name, get in and out of a sports-bra (this is still a daily challenge but I usually win), eat with my right hand (not in front of people -it's just not cute) and even open my car door. While that may seem trivial to most, try getting along without YOUR dominant hand for a week or so and let me know how that works out.

So, on the same note of recovery, I'm happy to say that Jens Voigt is on his way back as well. I can't believe he's talking about racing in the Tour of Ireland - less than a month ! Makes me feel like a wuss for missing 3/4 of the season for a paltry broken wrist.

I've held out on turning on the AC all summer until now but finally gave in this weekend. Lesson #1 = AC is a wonderful invention. Aside from keeping things cool, calm and collected, it also creates a white noise of sorts that drowns out my neighbors. This may sound harsh, but I swear these people don't sleep. I wake up at all hours of the night to the sound of my neighbor striking up a conversation with random passers-by (at 1am??)

Another lesson learned this weekend- I'm out of hot-weather-riding shape. I went out with good intentions on Saturday to get in a good 3-hr jaunt. I made it about 2:45 but I was miserable. It's much more tolerable when you're on a group ride and getting your arse handed to you. Not so much when you're simply suffering at your own expense.

Lesson #3 -dreams are seldom reality. I damn near killed myself today after ignoring good advice. See, I had a dream last night where I was FINALLY moving my current TV set-up to the basement to make room for my new flat-screen. I woke up to pouring rain and decided today was the day. I walked the entertainment center (contents and drawers removed) to the first step and moved myself down the stairs to guide it down. It seemed so easy in the dream ... I thought - okay, as soon as it tips off the landing, it's coming down, so brace yourself. As it tipped, it came down in a hurry, knocking me off my feet and down about 6 steps as it charged me. I had enough time to look behind me to see where I was going to hit the wall while wondering if my never-sleeping neighbor would hear me yell since the house was now closed up with the AC on.

Long story longer, only the bottom half of the cabinet survived the fall and someone was clearly watching over me because other than a few scrapes and some sore muscles, I'm no worse for the wear. I used to think I was invincible. Now I know I am ... there's no earthly reason I made it out of that without significant injury.Every time I think about it I laugh because it's completely absurd that some dumb-ass would think she could move that alone, much less while on the IR.

And so, back to the office on Monday to try to stay out of trouble. Oh, and I'm ordering that damn TV this week to finally cross that off the list. Next task ? Get the shutters on my house re-secured ... winds have dislodged them and they're all caddywampus. Maybe I'll get some help on that one. Maybe.