It’s great when you get on a training roll and time seems to expand to allow you the freedom and focus to ride or run everyday. But of course it doesn’t always work that way.
I had to fix a lot of things this morning
‘Cause they were so scrambled
But now it’s okay
I tell you I’ve got enough to do
There are also those times when training becomes impossible to accomplish. Life doesn’t just intervene. It dominates. You’re lucky if you get one ride in on the weekend and one run in during the week.
The afternoon was filled up with phone calls
What a hot sticky day, yeah yeah yeah
The air is cooling down
You’re so busy with other stuff that you can’t train. Can’t even think about racing. Racing without training is just needless suffering.
Take all the time you need
It’s a lovely night
If you decide to come
You’re gonna do it right
So you’re caught, for the meantime. Busy doin’ nothing.
Such was the case this past week, which kicked off with a giant fun party on a Sunday afternoon that lasted well into the night. My daughter finished college and she deserved a celebration and we had one. 80-90 people showed up, all ready to drink and talk and listen to national class bands and play beer pong.
Drive for a couple miles
You’ll see a sign and turn left
For a couple blocks
Next is mine, you’ll turn left on a little road
It’s a bumpy one
I found a pair of beat up drum sticks in the recycling bin this morning. Had no idea how much abuse a pair of drums sticks gets during a 1 –hour performance, but I pulled them out of the garbage because they’re a genuine keepsake. The group Gold House is going places this year, a gig on Warped Tour to be exact, and the fact that they played their tour set for 80 people in our basement had me so psyched it was hard to believe it was happening.
You’ll see a white fence
Move the gate and drive through on the left side
Come right in
And you’ll find me in my house somewhere
Keeping busy while I wait
But that meant no running on Sunday. Too much prep for the party.
On Monday it was everything we could do to clean up.
Tuesday there was a meeting after work.
Wednesday was supposed to be a date downtown. Then the weather turned nasty and that was impossible.
I get a lot of thoughts in the morning
I write ’em all down
If it wasn’t for that
I’d forget ’em in a while
Thursday was a walk with the kids and a little ritual of distributing my wife’s ashes on our favorite spot in a prairie. Dinner too.
And lately I’ve been thinking ’bout a good friend
I’d like to see more of, yeah yeah yeah
I think I’ll make a call
Finally on Friday morning the running shoes somehow got on my feet and I went for a 25:00 run along the river. It has been a week or so since I last ran that trail and the plant growth was evident. We went from spring to summer in that short span. Lots of rain.
I wrote a number down
But I lost it
So I searched through my pocket book
I couldn’t find it
So I sat and concentrated on the number
And slowly it came to me
So I dialed it
And I let it ring a few times
There was no answer
So I let it ring a little more
Still no answer
It’s been a week of being busy doin’ nothing. Tomorrow morning there’s a bike ride scheduled. 2+ hours on the country roads, far away from things that need to be done.
So I hung up the telephone
Got some paper and sharpened up a pencil
And wrote a letter to my friend
(Italicized lyrics from the song Busy Doin’ Nothin’ by the Beach Boys/Brian Wilson)