H went out of town last week, for four days. A year ago, that would have sent me into a paroxysm. In fairness, things used to be a lot harder. For example, it used to be so hard to get the kids to bed because L would freak out if I left her alone to get B to bed, and she made too much noise if I took her in with me. Nowadays, I put them to bed at the same time, in the same room, and everything typically goes very smoothly. It’s so much easier! My new TV after dinner when Daddy is out of town policy also makes things a heck of a lot easier. B loves Masha the Bear and L loves the movie First Position. In combination, I easily get 45 minutes of almost complete peace. In any event, I was basically not stressed or anxious on this trip at all. I feel like I’m 80 or 90% back to my normal self. I also feel like things could go south at any time, but i mostly feel like I’m getting my life back. Why this all happened to me, I don’t know, but I’m sure it’s something I’ll struggle with on some level for the rest of my life. Life is good right now, though, and I’m not really thinking beyond that.
Sarah and her family visited last weekend. As she put it on FB, “Thank you universe for putting my sister and one of my best college friends only minutes apart.” Yes, thank you very much universe. I really appreciate it. It was great seeing Sarah and her whole family, and it was so cute watching the kids play together. Now all I have to do is get my act together and develop the pictures.
I went cycling with a co-worker this weekend, a guy I’ve known for longer than a decade. Ironically, I used to give him a hard time about cycling in the rain. How times change. We seemed to be quite well-matched in speed and general ride preferences, so it went quite well. It was great, actually. He hasn’t been cycling much, and I suspect if he were to cycle frequently, I wouldn’t be able to keep up with him, but for now, we’re in a similar place. I had to push to keep up with him on the flats, and he had to push to keep up with me on the hills. Overall, we went a good bit faster than I would have alone (though still slow by any reasonable standard.)
The STP was this weekend. It’s a 200+ mile from Seattle to Portland. A colleague of mine at work did it . . . in one day. It took him 11 hours. Crazy! Part of me is thinking maybe I could do it next year. Right now I can cycle 40 miles, and I figure I could do 60 if I had to. I need to get to a place where I could cycle 100 – and then do it again the next day. Honestly, my legs are usually in pretty good shape after 40 miles, but I’m still dealing with, ahem, chafing issues. We’ll see. I guess I should focus on getting through a triathlon this summer and then worry about next summer.