This is how I feel:
Completely and utterly exhusted to the bone. Sometimes I can travel and come back to real life just fine, like nothing happened, like I never went anywhere. And sometimes I travel and come home and pretend like I’m just fine. Then, it just creeps up on you. That heavy-lidded feeling of just not wanting to do anything.
That Las Vegas trip was a doozy, and I’m not snapping back into form very quickly. This weekend I’m going to do nothing, besides a bit of indoor riding of course, but other than that I’m going to sit on my bum and get un-tired.
Recover so that i can go to work in a timely manner next week without my eyelids drooping. So that I can come home from work and finalize the artwork for the new Bike29 team kit. So that I can get back on an airplane next week and fly to AZ without being zonked the entire time.
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