predictable

Made it through the day. All the build up, it happened, it was pretty successful. People loved the talks, we didn't have a huge audience but we had a good one and they paid attention.

'Casual Lunch' was that, pretty informal. But it worked.

Tour could have been 2x as long but it worked.

Had plans to go to dinner with the corporate 'co-sponsors' but the three of us are packing it up and cleaning up and well...  plans changed and the one that was going to stay in town after headed right back home. The other wasn't going to hang out anyway.

So that was it - kind of a let down. But not really. Just, that, as predictable as it could be, I was caught off guard. Been floating pretty high on this Prednisone and whatever chemical shit storm the Poison Ivy has been causing happen and just being so busy that I haven't been able to slow down. Today was non-stop. I was never moving slower than a near run.

Then it was over.

It was dark.

I rode home.

Felt colder on the ride home at 60°F in the dark than it did at 46°F this morning in the sun.

Made some food. Still hungry, the meeting coffee had WAY more caffeine than my normal stuff. So now I'm in that weird state of being fucking exhausted (yeah not much sleep last night) wired and now kind of depressed.

E heads to DC early tomorrow to guide at the Marine Corps marathon...  and I still have to deal with the busted bathroom and busted car and in the middle of all the crazy today I completely filled the week of Nov 4th. And during the symposium I was saying how nice it was outside while it was so cold in the lecture hall, so nice for being November. Was immediately corrected "Hey Geoff, it is still October."

Right.

I was kind of looking forward to a industry dinner, a chance to talk with people who do what I do, at a nice place on their expense account. But actually pretty happy to just have been able to get home and not be now looking at the time at dinner realizing that I still had to ride home. As nice as it would have been it isn't the part that is causing any issue. It is that void of having just finished something big. It is over. Or something.

I dunno but it is odd having been feeling so good all week, like oddly awesome. Figuring it was the prednisone or something.

I have just barely started tapering. And really have only been taking it since tuesday night.

Listening to the Punch Brother's live at the house of blues right now.

There, embedded.

Man this exhaustion+wired combo SUCKS.

Can't really focus on enough to do much of anything productive (except let my fingers capture the stream of thoughts trying to get out of my head) was riding that steroid high yesterday night - got a TON of shit done. But hit the crossover point where the drugs and systemic poison ivy shit stopped providing an odd excess of energy and the lack of decent sleep has taken over. And that damn 4:30 high test coffee... 

And it really is a systemic case, I am getting poison ivy spots popping up still, no it isn't anything else, yeah most of the stuff is drying out but the skin is super pissed and gonna take a long time to recover, if it can. But hey what's a few extra battle scars anyway.

I guess the realization that there's no CX for a while, maybe next weekend but Cheshire too damn far, racing at super early with the age group race...  gears? no SSCX of course, Falmouth is pretty flat. But still, not sure about that. i dunno. There's always mountain biking. I should probably figure out a ride for Saturday afternoon if I can fit it in before the rains come on Sunday.

I'll stop rambling, but felt like capturing the mood. Maybe I'll try and read a bit.

was gonna try the coffeenueringthing but hasn't been a chance... fuck just rubbed stupid the residue of the super hot long chinese pepper in my left eye... feels kind of invigorating. I think that's a bad sign... 

better sign off before i do something else stupid and then share it...

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