Mildy frantic, I guess, is how I would characterize my state of mind, as day ten draws to a close. Reason being, I am so totally into the twelve days of biking gig and I have so much left to do and so little time left to do it in. Two mornings from tomorrow morning, I will be back at work, if you get what I'm saying.
So it's all about major prioritizing now. With the intent of crescendo-ing out on a high note. This kind of extended days of bike love opportunity will likely, probably, sadly, never present itself again, and I need to somehow kill it, as in, make the very most of it. There was family stuff going on today and so it was time to take a deep breath and just chill the hell out and do some thinking and majorly prep for days 11 and 12.
In the morning, Patty asked me to run and get some groceries. She didn't say I couldn't do it by bike.
With this latest visit, the hardware equation is now pretty much resolved, and it was time to turn my attention to aesthetics. And breathe some paint fumes. Primer coat . . .
What's worked it's way to the front burner, OTOH, is the pump track. These next few days look to be kinda deep-freeze-ish, so perfect conditions. Another one of those seize-the-moment bike opportunities then. I dug out probably a quarter of the track tonight. So three quarters left to go, if my math is right.
Nike had this ad campaign a while back about how "life is short, play hard". It's a great sentiment and all, and I've kind of done that over the last ten days, but it strikes me that there are limits, as my basement is now a total dumpster fire.
Days 11 and 12, well, I'm pretty jacked to run this thing into the ground.