The worst part about knowing you have a terminal illness, yet most of the time not feeling that sick, is you never really know when you're not feeling great, whether it's because of the illness or simply the fact that maybe you're getting old.
Yesterday, I did by far, the toughest bike ride in over 3 years, managing to beat at least 5 other riders out of 20 up all the hills, but I paid for that effort afterwards. I was beat.
After taking a nice hot shower, and having some lunch, I plumped myself down in front of the television to watch the final round of the PGA golf tournament at Doral.
Admittedly, golf isn't the most exciting sport to watch, but the networks do a pretty good job of keeping your interest, although I still managed to catch a few winks before watching what turned out to be a pretty exciting match at the end.
And I don't think I moved from that spot, the rest of the day, except to go to the bathroom and eat dinner.
There was a time, at least I don't think it was too long ago, when I could have gone out afterwards, and played 18 holes of golf without even breaking a sweat. But yesterday, I couldn't even muster up enough energy to go hit balls at the driving range.
So when Edie suggested going to bed at 9 PM, instead of our usual 10 PM, I didn't resist too much.
As it turned out, that probably wasn't the best decision. I tossed and turned most of the night, not getting more then 10 minutes of sleep at a time, until about 3:50 AM, when I last remembered looking at the clock, before eventually waking up 40 minutes later, at the usual time of 4:30 AM, just in time to get ready for work.
Reluctantly I got up, which incidentally will be the last time I do that on a Monday again, and headed off to work, but I did have to stop for about a 30 minute nap, across from the Seabee shooting range, before driving the last 9 miles into work.
So was it because my MCL is progressing, or was it the combination of the hard ride, and the fact I'm getting old? Or maybe it's a combination of both?
I'd prefer to think it's the middle choice, but I decided to take a break from any exercise today, and hope for a better nights sleep tonight.
I'd hate to think I might not be able to enjoy my new bike, which I'm picking up tomorrow.
Yesterday, I did by far, the toughest bike ride in over 3 years, managing to beat at least 5 other riders out of 20 up all the hills, but I paid for that effort afterwards. I was beat.
After taking a nice hot shower, and having some lunch, I plumped myself down in front of the television to watch the final round of the PGA golf tournament at Doral.
Admittedly, golf isn't the most exciting sport to watch, but the networks do a pretty good job of keeping your interest, although I still managed to catch a few winks before watching what turned out to be a pretty exciting match at the end.
And I don't think I moved from that spot, the rest of the day, except to go to the bathroom and eat dinner.
There was a time, at least I don't think it was too long ago, when I could have gone out afterwards, and played 18 holes of golf without even breaking a sweat. But yesterday, I couldn't even muster up enough energy to go hit balls at the driving range.
So when Edie suggested going to bed at 9 PM, instead of our usual 10 PM, I didn't resist too much.
As it turned out, that probably wasn't the best decision. I tossed and turned most of the night, not getting more then 10 minutes of sleep at a time, until about 3:50 AM, when I last remembered looking at the clock, before eventually waking up 40 minutes later, at the usual time of 4:30 AM, just in time to get ready for work.
Reluctantly I got up, which incidentally will be the last time I do that on a Monday again, and headed off to work, but I did have to stop for about a 30 minute nap, across from the Seabee shooting range, before driving the last 9 miles into work.
So was it because my MCL is progressing, or was it the combination of the hard ride, and the fact I'm getting old? Or maybe it's a combination of both?
I'd prefer to think it's the middle choice, but I decided to take a break from any exercise today, and hope for a better nights sleep tonight.
I'd hate to think I might not be able to enjoy my new bike, which I'm picking up tomorrow.
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It's the middle one, definitely the middle one.