That’s it… I have given up on any further physical exertion related to renovating my house! I am just exhausted. My last herculean task over the weekend was to lift the rest of the floor tiles in readiness for the floor sander today. He has now been and gone and I am hoping to find a floor when I get home that is as smooth as a baby’s bottom. The only thing I want to do from here on in is paint the walls. I cannot muster enough energy for anything else to do with the house and I’ve decided to delegate even though it might cost me a bit more money. I just want it finished, so I can focus on the kids and the Death Race and bringing life back into balance. I am looking forward to it.
There was no cycling over the weekend as I was too busy with the start of baseball season and working on the house, of course! I had intended to ride in this morning, but remembered late last night that I had to appear in court today to finalise the restraining order for CBoy against the twerp who broke his jaw. Many hours of waiting and then a brief appearance that went so negatively, had me wondering who the justice system was designed to help? I have not reached the end of the road yet, but the magistrate did leave me wondering whether or not I should continue to bother. My day had started with me in such a good mood, that by the time I returned to work at lunch I was seething!!
With a fresh load of work clothes brought into work today, the rest of the week I plan to cycle in to work. Saturday morning was spent with (a different) MGal down at the baseball clubs with our kids playing in a 100 Innings fundraising game. We had a blast and I don’t think we shamed ourselves too badly, but I didn’t ask our kids what they thought. I was just happy that when I swung the bat I actually hit the ball and didn’t end up missing completely! My kids excel at the sport, but I don’t. I reckon you can’t be good at everything. Two hours of jogging around a baseball diamond without my calf muscle even whimpering quietly has me feeling a little closer to running next week. I had a lovely catch up with (the original) MGal over a bottle of red wine and the Death Race magazine on Saturday and she left me feeling quite positive about it all again. I am still unsure how my leg will go next week when I attempt to start pounding the pavement, but I am a little more upbeat than I have been.
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