My birthday slipped by under the radar yesterday. It is nice to be back in to a day to day routine where I don’t think about stuff like doctor visits and bills. This time last year was spent recovering from the transplant. I remember being disappointed that I wouldn’t be out before my birthday. It is funny how quickly you forget things like that when you don’t have some event disrupting your life. My birthday this year was just “Tuesday”. I didn’t even take the day off of work. I am okay with that.

Jane and I went out for seafood and probably spent a little too much, but it was pleasant. We don’t date enough anymore. I’d like to get back in to that habit. Quality sexy time, if you will.

I’ve been in kind of a haze this week. Jane thinks it might be effects from Saturday. She says that she was in a similar state for a while after Seattle to Portland. To be honest, I felt better physically after the 200k than I’ve ever felt after a ride. There was no cramping and I wasn’t extremely sore. We even attended a company function the next day.

I am semi convinced that my relative lack of sleep is the main issue. I’ve been shorting myself half an hour to an hour a night because of tight schedules. It really seems to make a difference. I am not able to get my schedule down in order to get to bed when I plan on it.

I set little goals in my head for the day and I frustrate myself when I can’t achieve them, especially when it is out of my control. “We can make it to the grocery store and just get what we need, then have plenty of time to get coffee, get home and fix the bike, and wash the car.” Those are usually the days when we leave the house about 1pm and putt around town aimlessly.

I found myself doing this on some of our SIR rides too. “Okay, you should be able to keep a 14mph pace. Three minutes at controls… 4 more hours. No problem.” Right about there comes the flat tires, headwinds, and steep grades…

The truth is, I love a lack of direction and a bit of adventure. I just don’t always appreciate it while I am in the moment.

Be here now, Robert.

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