So as I am working at Swicked talking to a customer Wednesday, he takes a moment to compliment my last article. WOOPS! It’s Wednesday and my deadline is Tuesday at 5 p.m.
I forgot to submit an article this week! In 6 1/2 years I have never missed one, even when I had to send it in from a hospital bed.
So I scramble around, get hold of the powers that be at the paper and they save my butt by extending my deadline. I have a couple of hours to make it happen this week. Whew, that was a close one.
Now I am thinking about how unorganized I am these days. I texted a buddy this morning about a 10-year anniversary totally convinced it was July 7. He informed me I’m a month off and called me senile. I came into work the other day and if it weren’t for a last minute cry from the back seat I would have completely forgotten I had a baby in the car. No harm done, though, I heard him and Regan was safe and sound.
I am usually pretty dialled when it comes to multi-tasking and scheduling… well my smart phone is pretty dialled and I do what it tells me, but lately I seem to be focussed only on work and training for the big race. We’re really busy at the bike shop so that is taking up tons of time, and I am training for the BC Bike Race for up to 20 hours per week which can also be a bit taxing. I think it takes so much energy that everything else just gets pushed out of my head.
It’s funny when I see my training partner’s wives and I watch them roll their eyes at their men as we head out for a big ride. I kind of assume it’s just the boys being scattered from all the riding and since I’ve done this a few times, I am the exception and have it all under control. But as I sit here writing this (an entire day late) I think about how much Chenoa has to take on so I can go race around B.C. for seven days. I need to eat more, and she cooks. I need to sleep more, and she gets up with the kids. I need to ride more, and she rides less. I am not a selfish guy, but there is only so much time in the day and I use most of it up working and riding. Apparently, I don’t have anything under control and I can guarantee you that when I ride away from my house, my wife is rolling her eyes too..and for good reason.
So we have one month left until race week. I’ll do my best to remember things like newspaper deadlines, which kids are in the back seat and where I live, but outside of that, it’s pretty much just running Swicked and riding as often as I can for as long as I can.
I’m James Durand and I’m Goin’ Ridin’…I might pick up some flowers too
