Yes, I'm on cup #2. But that's not it -- I've been in hypermode for about 5 or 6 days now. I'm feeling good, but I'm distracted, dazed, crazed. And it's only made worse by the mini-taper I've got going on right now.
Last week was crazy. It kicked off with me losing half my Customer Service staff, floated through a quick doctor's appointment that confirmed everything is good to go with Squirt, and culminated in a super-fun weekend of riding and hanging out with a bunch of great women (and one little guy!) that included chocolate cake (gluten free of course!), ice cream and Sit-and-Spins. Whew.
And then it hit me: This weekend is Labor Day. This weekend is the SM100. And though my bike is in perfect working order, it is due to be made more perfect, and I hadn't even begun.
I shoulda' started on Monday. Instead, I waited until Tuesday -- yikes. In addition to the planned re-cable and brake bleed, I discovered a fjork that needed to be pulled apart, a chain that needed to be changed, and tires that needed to be set. I don't know what it is about the race this year, but Dicky has me over-thinking my tire choice -- I'm not normally a "gear head" -- I like to set it and forget it -- but I've been obsessing about which rear tire to run for four days now, to the point where I'm having weird dreams in which Kate and my former SRAM coworkers tell me my setup is all wrong and I'm destined to die out there on Wolf Ridge. Really.
And then -- and then! -- yesterday the race organizer sends out the pre-race brief. And I'm mentioned as a Top 10 hopeful! This may sound so silly to a lot of folks, but this is really a dream come true for me. Ever since my first pre-race brief arrived in my email in 2008, I've wanted to be in there. Of course, it only amped me up even more, and my bike work last night took on an additional level of urgency ...
(The best comment made so far is that I should enjoy my 15 minutes of fame. So true -- about 15 minutes into the race we hit the first big pitch, and then it's game on ... that's when we'll know whether I'm really hopeful or not!)
So today is Wednesday, the bike is in more-or-less almost-ready-to-go shape, I settle on a tire, I go to set it up in the workshop at work, and BAM! it blows off the rim. Liquid latex is everywhere, the tire is coiled on the floor, and huge machine that is Cane Creek grinds to a halt while everyone investigates the bomb that just went off. And it's not even 9:30. What else might happen today?