Yes, house stuff as been in full swing, since it is just destruction at this point
Needless to say, I'm extremely tired and exhausted from this process. I'm enjoying to progress and seeing it all be destroyed, seeing how it will work in the end, etc. My muscles (or lack of) are sore. Work, Drive to house, destroy house, eat, sleep. 5 days in a row. Work actually felt easy and stress free, while working on the house is starting to take its toll. We decided on
Friday to head to Ikea and hammer out our kitchen. We arrived with the sun up, brought our measurements and went to town. 3 hours later, we have a final list of materials and head out through the whole process. Somehow, between arriving, designing, checking out with the Kitchen sales dude, waiting in line to pay, we left at 10:30PM. They close at 9. Completely drained. And starving. All signs pointed to me not wanting to even try and function tomorrow morning, yet alone race. I just wanted to sleep and drool all over my pillow. I set my alarm, didn't pack any clothes or bike crap and figured I would play it by ear when I wake up.
I somehow spring out of bed with the alarm and start digging through my drawers in the dark. Then I realize half of my clothes are still in the same spot they were from SCCX1, in the back of my car, in a ball. I run out and see what is what and run through the final checklist. Oh yeah, I need a bike too. Thankfully I didn't forget it before I left.
Arrive on scene and the thermometer is pretty much in the same place, but the flags aren't screaming at the seams to rip themselves in half. Different from last week, I actually warm up and get some sort of blood flowing. I can't get my HRM to work, so I ditch it in the car. Utah flatted warming up, so I gave him one of my loaner wheels from Fred. I pull up the line and after seeing Mancuso ride around with bare legs, I decided to give it a shot. I was getting hot last week, but hell, it was cold as shit and I didn't want to die.
I sit my ass on the ground and pull off my tights and show off my hairy legs. I look around and see I'm the only one with legs showing. Is this a bad idea? I actually get a front row call up thanks to Big Sean not showing up. I terribly miss him.
We head off and I'm able to stick with the front group. Utah almost eats it 2 times in the first 20 seconds, but I follow his wheel still. Around the slippery 180 tree, he takes a wider line and I lean inside. I slip and have to clip out. Causing a huge pile up (I think) behind me. I run for a little bit, see a big group behind me, and the leaders in front of me. I bury myself to jump back to Utahs wheel. Three of us, Mancuso, Utah and Me slug on as Dillon passes us. Utah eventually drops the two of us, and Mancuso and I ride together for 3 laps or so. I was faster through the barriers, but the power section after it before the finish yielded it impossible to separate from him. We take turns pushing the pace and leading. Eventually he pins it and leaves me for dead. I'm in no mans land for another 2 laps or so, and cruise into the finish in 7th; 1st in the bare legs category.
I was extremely surprised my body worked at all after the shit sleep and no riding. I will just chalk this up to being well rested. I'm sure next week I won't get that lucky.