Hell week

So, getting up earlyier isn't all that bad. It is the going to bed at the same time without a choice that really gets to me. I have been waking up at 1/4 to 5 everyday, which was incredibly rough the first day, a bit more mild the second, and now I just feel like a walking zombie. However, class allows me to get home just in time to not get enough sleep.

Speaking of class, I had something new happen to me last night. I slept through plenty of my freshman classes, however, I do not think I can say that my body has ever completely shut off. I was trying to write down my notes last night, and insted of the usual "dragging the pencil" down the page when you nod off, my hand just completely quit working. That's right, I would be writting, then all of a sudden I would find myself in some state of tranquilly; I looked down, and nothing was shadowing my lead point. Crazy huh?

The past few days I have been riding with Prozenberger. We took picutures yesterday commemerating our first ride in ever together (I know, slightly homo erriotic) but Jason got a new phone and I have stupid ideas. We cruised passed the gigantic tree, and then headed down the crappiest road I think I have ever had my road bike on (aside from the gravel roads that pop up here and there).

The day before, I split some time up between the trainer and the road, and Monday I could be found on the rollers and working on Butthead's favorite part of me...my six pack.

The weekend was capped off with rides inside, the one on Saturday easy, and the one on Sunday was a kick in the junk. My body feels good after the easy week last week, but I am definetly bogged down right now (did you know that in Rolla, I once got pulled over for "bogging on private property"?)

Froze toes is this weekend. The weather looks somewhat decent, but this race by nature always has some extraneous factor that makes it difficult. It will probably be Ethan and Butthead attacking the crap out of each other, meanwhile creating a tornado through the rest of the peleton.