Beaten up

No, I did not have a wrestling match with the school bully (I should only be so lucky), but I do feel like I laid under the steam roller Jason and I saw yesterday morning when we rode. I was planning on a motorpacing workout...I am pretty sure the only thing I could have motorpaced behind was a semi going about 15 mph! Seriously, I am super tired. I am getting ready to go ride this morning, and I am hoping I can pull a hard workout out of my butt.

Work was a bear yesterday. Keven and I left the shop at 2:30 and returned at 9pm. After several deliveries, a weight-stack rebuild (this is the kind from scratch, with no instructions and 9 million pulleys), and firing down some good ol' Cici's Pizza (which, I still feel a bit gross from our debotury of food), I found myself passed out on the couch. I woke up several minutes later, and gingerly meandered through the house and down the stairs to pour myself a drink...One rum n coke later, I was out like a light. Moral of the story: 10.5 hr day at work coupled with a lackey ride + Cici's and a bit of rum = narcolepsy.