As Expected, Not As Expected

I woke up Tuesday morning sporting the final remnants of the "post race glow" I brought back from Virginia. P.R.G. is sorta like "post sex glow", but not at all like "post one night stand regret glow". ANYWAY before I get anymore sidetracked... it was an incredible weekend in the Virginia sunshine. That post race glow made Monday's recovery spin on the trainer ok, but could do nothing to stop the suck Tuesday had in store.

I was a nervous about getting the 2nd Doppler done on my leg to see if the blood clot is still there, but that nervousness went away when I looked outside Tuesday a.m. to see snow blowing. SNOW? Are f*cking kidding me?? Great. No ride today, 'cause I am DONE with the cold rides! I refuse at this point.

Then I go to the medical imaging place to get the Doppler. As I expected the clot is still there. A lot smaller, but still there. There is blood flow through the leg and that apparently is what helps to break down the clot, and that's real good. So I will enter the season having to remain on blood thinners. I guess I'll keep packing extra bandages and an extra pint of blood in my cooler for the races. Frig. I have an appointment Friday with my blood Doc to get the low down. Again I say Frig.

Later it was home to build a big ass Lego set with the B-Man. When did Legos get so hard?? Shit! I think you need an engineering degree to build one now. It was fun, but Jeezzus, what KID is building some of this shit? It was also fun to see that The Smoking Popes are now one of B-Mans' faves. Enter one hipster 5 year old.

My plan for the evening was to cook, have a couple beers and forget about snow and blood clots. But as luck would have it, before any of that could happen, I ended up getting in a BIG ass argument with Wifey about dumb shit, said some really dumb ass things (I'm sure your shocked), and spent the night tying to convince her that I am NOT a complete asshole.

After much convincing, and a shitty evening, we finally ate. Then I helped B-Man more with his Legos. I apologized to him for arguing with Wifey in front of him. He told me he was mad that I "made mommy sad", but forgives me- As long "as it doesn't happen again!".

There's a lot of pressure out there. I've got some things I've been working on for a a month or so and I'm pretty anxious about what folks will think. Add in the clot news, snow, lack of riding, and a few other things and I had some pretty built up tension. Still NO excuse to say shitty things to the folks you love. Wifey gives me some incredible support for my projects and my half assed racing, and I thanked her by saying some really stupid things.

Although there's snow on the ground, I'm hopeful that the day will be better than yesterday. Sadly life ain't all bikes and beer. Neither was today's blog post. Sorry about that, but sometimes you take whatever therapy you can get it. Today I got it here.

As the Popes say- Lets hear it for love.

Later.