Another fun week of riding. I hit the 200 mile ballpark yet again. If I can maintain a minimum of 180 miles per week through June 14, 2020, then I will have a 10,000 mile year, beginning June 15, 2019. Though it’s not a calendar year, if I keep this pace, I will have ridden 10,000 miles in 365 days — a club I never thought I’d be a part of.
The first thing I do when I get off my bike is to click off my riding app to confirm my the time and distance. The app I use is Map My Ride. The instant I close the app though, I’m met with the faster and the furiouser — all the notifications I missed while I was detached from the world.
Between text messages, emails, and social media notifications, I might have 20-30 notifications to prioritize. As I walk through the door, take off my helmet, and lean my bike against the cedar chest in my living room, I attempt to triage the chaos of the moment.
“I won’t be ignored, Roy…“ in his best Glenn Close.
The cat sees me, jumps on the dining room table, which is reserved just for her, and prepares for me to feed her. I walk past her also. She meows and nudges her plate a single time with her left paw. Her eyes follow me as I head to my bathroom to change out of my sweaty gear.
My mother disrupts my path and asks me how my ride was. It’s her way of reminding me that she needs to eat too — every bit as much as the cat and dog.
Eventually, I make my way to the bathroom, change out of my sweaty clothes and into the dirty clothes I was wearing before my ride. I run a brush through my hair and put it back in a ponytail.￼
Through it all, I’m staring at the phone in my right hand trying to prioritize the messages and notifications I received while I was riding. I typically ignore the messages that matter most — those from my family. Sad, but true.
Some of the messages that show up when I ride are work related — appointment confirmations, schedule changes, as well as eating and workout questions from clients. Work related messages take top priority. I might also get messages from family members, but unless they are noted as urgent, as mentioned, I generally reply to them later.
Once everyone is fed, the important messages have been returned, and if I don’t have a client waiting for me, I’ll take a minute and dictate a few bullet-points about my thoughts while riding. These highlights are put into a digital hopper, to be used in an essay to come, maybe. I have to do it though, or they’ll disappear from my mind ￼immediately, never to be considered again.￼
Eventually, the chaos of my return eases. Everyone’s fed, important messages are returned, and I can catch my breath, if only for a while. Tomorrow, I’ll do it all again, just after I roll my bike through my front — the portal to the faster and the furiouser.
This is what I think about when I ride… Jhciacb
This Week By The Numbers…
Bikes Ridden: 6
15.0 mph avg
13 hours 12 minutes seat time
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A few years ago, I emailed the chairman of the Special Ed department of my University. Never got a reply. I asked a very close friend who worked in that department how busy the chairman was. She said, she wasn’t very busy. Now I knew why I hadn’t heard back. If you want something done, ask a busy person. They always find the time, and they’ll do it well too!
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Being busy, as they say, is a good problem to have. I run pretty much from 4 AM until about 9 o’clock at night. One of these days I might even take me a day off…
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Life in the day of Roy JHCIACB Cohen, I understand you managing / time management balancing family, work and Roy time. I appreciate you putting in this time to write. For me it’s an update on how you’re doing. Thank you Man.
Hope to see you live/real time some day.
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As always, Brian, thanks for calling me a friend, Even though we rarely see each other anymore. I’ve given up on the illusion that someday I’ll have some time off. I know when that day does come, it’ll be very solemn indeed, and my life will change completely…