These cute little sweet peppers were part of our SPUD delivery this week. Very tiny and very cute. They were supposed to be part of a very yummy recipe for roasted veggie quesadilla’s. Unfortunately they didn’t roast that well. Instead of the skin turning dark and separating, the entire tiny pepper dried up into crispy chunks. By the time I realized this, the entire batch was past the saving point. Bummer, I hate wasting food! I bet they would have been tasty raw too.
We managed to corral her back in the house, then we were on our way.
Here Aphro was exploring our deck, and in particular our tomato plants.
I didn’t get hit nearly as bad, and it has mainly been in my sinuses and throat. A tickly throat does not make for a good sleep. Last night I suddenly woke up around 3am. As I was laying there wondering why I was awake I let out a huge sneeze.
Thankfully the cold held off long enough to go for my ride last Sunday.
I suppose my playing Ulti this summer helped me a lot. When you aren’t concentrating on how hard you are breathing, you can concentrate on the trail. My legs felt plenty powerful so I could still power over small obstacles and rocks.
It felt great to be on the trails, and to catch up with my friend. Socializing has always been a big part of my riding and today was no exception. We didn’t run into too many people due to the weather which was neat since it felt like we owned the trails.
I was wearing a jacket to keep warm, but that always traps my body heat soaking me through. I was still working up a good sweat and every time I looked down water was streaming off my helmet, down my face, and off my nose. A few times my eyes were stinging with sweat. My hands were feeling particularly wet, and I was able to clench a fist and see water streaming to the ground.
Wet rides will always be special to me. Some of my best and favorite rides are in the wet.
Arriving home I unloaded my gear, grabbed a quick shower, then had lunch with the family. What a great Sunday morning.
Tuesday Sox was driving me to work. After crossing the blue bridge we could see a taxi double parked dropping someone off. There was no traffic, but as we approached, it pulled out cutting someone off.
Another guy, learning from example, put on his hazard lights and stopped in our lane. Sure enough he wanted to let someone out of his vehicle. As Sox passed she honked at the guy for blocking the lane.
He then honked back a few times at us. Then without turning off his hazard lights he pulled back into traffic, nearly hitting a couple cyclists! Revoked!
Then, on my way home yesterday, I had an advance left turn light. As I was making my turn, I could see a guy in the opposite direction turning right, which happened to be where I was headed. It wasn’t close, but he was looking the wrong direction for traffic. I layed on the horn to scare him, and scared he was. He jammed on the gas and had a very surprised look on his face. Once he was straightened out, he put on his signal and pulled off to the side of the road. It was all I could do to not laugh too hard.
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Starting the we were in god spirits. Right off the bat we scored a couple points and were feeling good. Then there was a rather long point, and right near the end I was starting to stitch up. Breathing was labored and the pain kept increasing. Unfortunately we lost that point and had to walk, but this gave me a chance to get some water and take some deep breaths. It went away and I played on. Actually I had no choice to play on since we had no subs at all.
The fields were in very god shape. Much better than last week. It had been raining during the day so the grass was wet, and the ground softened. Awesome.
Wouldn’t you know it, I was striking for the end zone and the the disc was getting away from me. I put it in overdrive, but couldn’t catch up to the disc. I ended up sliding on my butt a ways, but didn’t come up with the disc. 🙁
Throughout the game I was feeling great. Fitness-wise I felt fast which was much different than last week. My throwing and catching was spot on, and my timing for catching the disc high up in the air was spot on. I was also doing well breaking free from my check. I was having an awesome game.
Then came my backwards point. I have no idea what happened, but I was supposed to be a handler, but somehow ended up in the stack. Every time I tried to get back to a handler position, I got blocked by someone on my team cutting me off, or a pass going forward so I was out of position again. Then, on the turnover, my check got the disk, and I forced the wrong direction. Weird. After that point I was back to normal.
Nearing the end of the game (we hit a time cap), I was breaking for the end zone and the handler saw me. He threw it up, and again the disc was getting away from me. I sprinted hard as I could, and as I was gaining, the disc was dropping. In my mind I knew I could catch it if I dove. Then I remembered my teammate and his separated shoulder. I thought about the time I dove and ended up with a groin tear. I thought about my messed up shoulder. I thought about my family and how an injury would make home life more difficult. Then I decided to dive, but be careful. I layed out and started sliding. The disc was heading for my hand and my hand was open. The disc bounced off my hand and I wasn’t able to snag it. I slid to a stop and did a mental check to see if I had hurt myself. Nothing was hurting, but I was having a little trouble breathing. I ended up slightly winding myself, so a quick rest and the point continued.
We heard the call for the time cap and played on. The game was tied and it was tight. The final point was a battle that could have went either way. To both ends of the field multiple times. The issue was light. Depth perception was dwindling with the light, and so was our energy level. Passes became more and more difficult to see and turnovers kept happening. Then one of the passes to a player on our team went wild and he tried diving for it winding himself. He ended up leaving the field since he felt wrong, so we were down a player. As a result, there was some confusion an opposing player got open, got the throw, and ended the game.
We lost, but it was a fun, enjoyable game against an evenly matched team. I was drained by the end of the game.
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I’m still trying to figure out the link between condiment and gardening.
We were raring to go, but the other team failed to show. Only one of their players showed up on time. We were told that we would get a point every 2 minutes that they couldn’t field a team.
By about 6:15 or 6:20 we could finally play 6 a side ulti.
My game was horrible. My legs felt dead and I just couldn’t get up to speed. Maybe I was over heating, but even wetting my hair didn’t help. I couldn’t keep up to my check, and I couldn’t cut, nor get out of the way of plays. I felt like I was taking up space on the field. Fortunately I was throwing pretty good, and I was able to make a few catches.
We were up 6-3 (not counting the points gained from no team) and we were feeling pretty good for ourselves. Then we relaxed or something. They clawed back, and when time was called it was 6-6. They scored the final point.
It was a win for us, but I left the field deflated. I just didn’t enjoy that game at all. It probably didn’t help that we played at Uplands School fields. Those fields aren’t getting watered this summer, so they are hard and dry. I have multiple blisters on both feet.
Bleh. There is always next week.