Yesterday started out good, but gradually went down hill (see yesterday’s post), and that down hill spiral has continued into today.
It’s raining again this AM, which means no bike ride. I could go to the gym for a spinning class, but that just takes so much out of me, I don’t feel much like doing that. And on top of it all, I think I’m talking myself into being sick again.
At least I’m hoping that’s the case, and I’m not really getting sick. 
Ever talk yourself into being sick?
Well I have, and I think I’m doing it again. And I’m not exactly sure why.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting stressed out over our trip to New Zealand, maybe it’s because the weather is turning foul again (it’s 39.9°F this morning), or maybe I’m starting to get stressed out again over all the idiotic (at least IMO) customers I have to deal with at work.
I actually thought I had come to grips with that sort of idiocy, but apparently that isn’t the case, as yesterday was just “one of those days” causing “one of those headaches” that doesn’t seem to want to go away.
Or maybe I am actually getting sick. I know I haven’t been sick this winter yet, and it would be just my luck to get sick before our trip to New Zealand.
Whatever it is, I’m not planning on going for a bike ride this morning. I just hope I can relax enough in the next hour or two, to muster enough enthusiasm to go for a spinning class at 9 AM.
Even though I was tired yesterday after my bike ride, I felt good. I didn’t do much after the ride, other than eat and rest, hoping I would be recovered enough tomorrow to maybe play around of golf.
Well, I am recovered today, but I have absolutely no interest in playing golf. I don’t even have any interest in going to the practice range.
Of course, I’m not sure why I should be so surprised, as it’s been about 2 months since I last played, and well over a month since going to the range to practice, and I haven’t had any burning desire to play all that time.
I’ve even turned down a few opportunities to play, because it would interfere with my bike riding, and even now that I’ve been sitting around the house all day today doing absolutely nothing, I still have no desire to golf.
It’s seems I’d rather be posting to my blog.
What has gotten into me?
I just have to get out of the house.
Maybe I’ll go to the gym. Believe it or not, I have more interest in doing that, than playing golf.
Although Sunday started out nice, the rest of the week did not fair as well.
On top of the seemingly relentless rain and cold, which only allowed me to get out on the road Wednesday of this week (Monday and Friday I did spinning classes), hassles at work due to unreasonable customer requirements, and a long time friend and tandem/triple riding partner passing away yesterday, I would not call this a particularly good week.
But even in the midst of a hurricane, if you so happen to be in the eye, there always seems to be that one glimmer of optimism to be found [even for the consummate contrarian/pessimist that I am]. And today was such a day.
If you’ve read my “Current Mood” plug-in on the right, you’ll note this day didn’t start out that good either, but after forcing myself out on the bike (something that often perks me up) things started to turn around.
First off, Rene and Amy (part of the old gang) were on the ride today. That doesn’t happen too often anymore, as Amy moved up north, and it’s hard to get Rene motivated, to ride 17 miles south, when she’s not around. But since Amy had a race tomorrow in LA, she made the 400 mile trip yesterday.
The ride was also relatively tame today (I guess no one wanted to push too hard since a lot of the guys were also racing tomorrow), enabling me to sit in with the first group. Something else that doesn’t happen too often anymore.
Afterwards, we headed off for coffee and tea, and talked about all the goings on, and even reminiscing about the “good ole days”.
All that would have been enough, but what really made the day was the view of the mountains as we rode home.
Although the picture from my bathroom window doesn’t do the view justice [I gotta start carrying a camera with me when I ride], it’s amazing for me when I think, while I live only 4 miles from the ocean, I can still look out my upstairs bathroom window, or walk about a mile to get an even more spectacular view, and see the snow covered mountains of Mount Baldy and Wilson.
I guess that’s just one more reason making living in southern California so great, and it did manage to cap off the end of an otherwise bad week on a good note.
It’s not a simple task changing themes. There’s a lot of modifying of code, changing images, adding widgets for all the little extras in the sidebars, and just general tweaking of the theme to make it look perfect.
I’m sure for most experts at this it only takes a few hours, but since I’m still learning all the ins and outs of PHP and XHTML, it typically takes a couple of days, and depending on the complexity of the theme, as in this case, it can take several days or even weeks.
Now while I still have some more work to do, I am generally pleased with the outcome, but………..
Edie just informed me she doesn’t like the theme. After all that work, tonight she tells me she doesn’t like it.
Jeez, what’s a cat to do!
Any comments, suggestions or even criticism would be appreciated.
Not sure how much this might relate to having cancer, or in its treatment, but in every day life, and in the world of football, it’s a sure fire way to guarantee a loss.
I saw it about a month ago when Baltimore lost to New England in the final seconds of the game, and you can see it for yourself, in the body language of Hines Ward, as my beloved Steelers lost to the Jacksonville Jaguars last night.
After being down by 18 points, in the 3rd quarter, the Steelers played brilliantly, gaining the lead by one point, with just over 6 minutes remaining in the 4 quarter, using a varied attack of short passes, and the occasional run.
But with just over 3 minutes to go in the game, the Steelers resorted strictly to their running game, in an attempt to run the clock down, and ended up giving the ball back to Jacksonville with 2:38 to go.
The rest is history, but I think there is a valuable lesson to be learned.
Never second guess yourself. Your first instinct is usually the right one. And you always have to go with what you’re most comfortable with, and what’s working at the time.
Had the Steelers done that, they might have won the game.
Hi, my name is Marc [that's my wife Edie beside me], and I have Mantle Cell Lymphoma, a typically aggressive form of lymphoma, except it so seems in my case.
I was diagnosed over 9 years ago, and have managed to survive since then without treatment, by following a few simple rules. Eat a [mostly] well balanced diet, exercise (cycling, at least up until recently), abstaining from taking supplements or any medications, drinking 5 to 6 cups of [Japanese] green tea a day, and most importantly [lots of good wine], flossing and brushing my teeth twice a day, everyday.
I started this blog mainly to chronicle my life, putting down in writing what goes through the mind of a cancer survivor (although I have been seen straying into unrelated areas on occasion), and along the way help educate others about lymphomas and other blood cancers, and filter out some of the hype and misinformation so often associated with the internet, which unfortunately there is plenty.
You can read a lot more about me by clicking here