Yesterday was a rough day at the office. Then last night, Dave pointed out that I haven’t had a bad day at work in over a month. He’s right. Work has been good. Fun even. And it’s been going smoothly for quite some time. I just lost my grip yesterday and let my mind go into a spiral mind f*ck like I’m sometimes prone to do. It’s just like Dave to steer me to the positive. 

This morning, I woke up at 2:30 having nightmares about work and was up for an hour re-writing something in my head. When my alarm went off at 4:40, I was tempted to sleep in, but I knew today would be just as busy as yesterday was and that, if I didn’t get my workout in this morning, I wouldn’t get it done. With Coeur d’Alene just over five weeks away, every workout matters. So I went to spin. I might have mashed a bit on the bike, and I definitely let some of my frustration pour out of me, along with the sweat. I’m glad I went. That was the best possible start to my day.

Now I focus on the job before me. I am grateful for the work I have and grateful for the people I can get to work with. I know that somehow, as it always does, it will all get done. And after it does, I’ll hop a flight to spend a weekend with some of my favorite people in the world.

As one of those dear guys said to me just last week, chin up and carry on…