Wednesday starts off as a productive day with reviews, charts, and loads derivations. I start slipping into a funk in the afternoon when reality starts to set in. I need to get out of here.
I leave work a bit after 4pm (which means I have my 8 hours in for the day). I lift weights heavy today because I'm approaching the end of the 5's HST cycle. I edge and mow the front yard with Nopester allowed to run freely in the neighborhood. I then go for an hour walk (without Nopester) as I try to sort out some feelings. I cannot get the now-paralyzed Dajiro Kato out of my mind. After the walk I mow the backyard and then water the roses. They'll need a bit more pruning this weekend, but they are growing well.
The news doesn't help things because I see people in pain and suffering. Dajiro Kato comes back to mind. One would think the struggle that I've had seeing my favorite (or second favorite) motorcycle racer hurt so badly would make me ride safer. But, contrary to logic, I just don't care anymore and have been riding aggressively on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. I just don't care.
Telephone conversations on Wednesday night with Brandon, Person M_C, and Person T_V finish off the night. I lay down for sleep before 10pm. When I wake up a number of times throughout the night I can feel the HGH being pumped through my body due to the heavy lifting and the modified diet for the past few days. I hope the extra HGH heals my emotions right now.
I start Thursday with an early morning 4 mile run in order to dissipate stress and bad emotions.
When I leave work on Thursday I jump on the mountain bicycle and head for the Los Angeles river - always a source of inspiration (and perspiration) for me. I need to work the emotions out, so I do intervals. I do 60 seconds of hard sprints followed by 90 seconds of spindown recovery. I'm headed for home and want to do a couple more hard sprints. I get up out of the saddle, start sprinting for about ten seconds, and then sit back down. "That's it. I'm done." There is nothing left in my legs so I spin on home. I notice, as I have in the past following intervals, that my kidneys hurt and my lower back hurts. It's hard to tell if there is blood present, but it doesn't matter because it was a good workout and I'm too tired to think about anything (or move, for that matter).
Later in the evening I'm recovered enough to return telephone calls from Mom and Person T_V. But I finish my taxes and I'm in bed before 10pm for a night of collapse.