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Yesterday

Jane over at A Patients Perspective, wrote about her day yesterday, so I've been inspired to write about mine, which was equally "one of those days".

I started out going for a pretty hard 40 mile bike ride into the hills of Whittier. I left a little earlier than normal, to avoid the heat, but even then, by the time I got to the top of Turnbull Canyon it was still plenty warm. I only brought one big water bottle, and managed to make it back without any significant problem, but it would have been nice to have an extra bottle. I'll plan better next time. Still it was a good ride

If I had stopped with that, and just stayed home and rested, things probably would have been fine, but I had made arrangements to go golfing at 2 PM with some friends, so that was not to be.

Well, let me tell you, it was freakin' hot at 2 PM, and I ended up shooting one of the worst rounds of my life. I'm going to assume I was worn out from the bike ride. I could have also been a little dehydrated even though I did try to drink some extra water, before and while golfing.

I did manage to par the last 2 holes, as I started to feel a little better as it cooled down considerably as we were finishing, so I guess I have to try again tomorrow. I just won't ride as hard.

Anywaze, I made it home, had dinner, took a shower, and ended up going to bed at 9 PM. Of course I was so worn out, I couldn't sleep, and ended up getting up at 3 AM. I played around for a little while on the computer, and then headed off to work.

About an hour into my commute, around the northern end of Malibu, I was starting to get a little tired, so I had to pull off the road and take a little nap, while watching the surfers.

Now I'm feeling well rested, and ready to go. I am planning to leave work early today, after all I did get in a little late, plus it's bound to be a very heavy traffic day, with everyone planning for their 4th of July weekends.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

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