Between load-in Friday night and all day behind the board on Saturday, the dance competition ate up a good chunk of the weekend. It could have been much more frustrating than it was; not to say that there wasn’t *any* frustration, from the usual personalities, but I got through the day with minimal hiccups, and I got paid for my time. Family results could’ve been better, but it wasn’t an entirely bad day, and our dinner and drinks out afterwards with sympathetic spirits was a very nice end to a long day.

As tired as I was after that whole business, I couldn’t let the promise of gorgeous weather go to waste, so I got up and out early and put in 60 miles on the VCT. Knocked it out in well under five hours (including a couple of breaks along the way, as is only responsible, if only to refill water), and wasn’t limping too hard afterwards. Figuring my route for the Cap2Cap in May, 60 is longer than the longest stretch I’ll be facing without a significant stop-off for lunch and rest, so I think I’m in pretty good shape for the century. It felt good as an accomplishment in any case.

That said, it ate up most of my Sunday on a weekend already eaten up by other things, so I had to juggle the usual responsibilities around a bit, but still managed to get the shopping done, and I can do laundry in fits and starts through the week while I’m working. Also, my roughly monthly online D&D game was a welcome occurrence last night; hunting bandits and sharing laughs with good friends is a nice way to close out a way too busy weekend.

Otherwise, the week ahead looks pretty typical; work, biking when the weather cooperates (there’s some rain lined up for later this week), running folks around what need run around, and all that, and keeping track of a potential gig or two later this month as schedules firm up.

All of this starting this morning with ibuprofen for breakfast, since I’m not a teenager anymore – not that I could’ve done what I did yesterday when I was a teenager. I guess that’s something I should be proud of.