Brrrrr! It's gotten' cold today. Well, it should - it's November 10th. We've been spoiled the past week or so with warm temperatures. Mother Nature has finally ponied up to make it cold.
Woke up this morning, still feeling a little under the weather - but ready to tackle the day. It was very cold out, and I forgot to turn on my heat last night - unfun getting out of the shower wet. I slurped down some coffee and bundled up...headed into the office for a fucked up day of pure drama.
One of my colleagues told me that I'm a massochist - to do things for the sake of pain, that I thrive on the adrenalyn of the pain for the sake of it, not admonishing me for that fucked up "talent", but that I am a "buffer" for others in the office to not get the direct pain of the wrath of ABBA...I absorb it, in a diplomatic way - as to protect my colleagues/my staff. She was very acute in that observation - in hindsite. We both laughed because she is the acuwoman of my massochistic cycling endeavors - wondering why the HELL I would voluntarilly elect to drive for many hours and spend a weekend doing something completely brutal, cycling hours on end - up brutal hills. Then to also train 7 days a week - in every temperature, from extreme heat to extreme cold-weather frigidness. I think she finally understood my innermost mechanism - I'm a glutton for pain.
In that realization, we both realized my role in the office. I am the buffer, the rest of the staff just supports the pain I endure for them. I know this, because another colleague of mine spotted me in the parking lot stretching out ready to head East in the cold yelled, "yo man, don't pass out from the cold!"
I took the first coldest ride of the season - not a long one, a mere 32 miles. I was bundled up and i was still frozen when I returned back from Ballston. Time to break out my arsenal of my winter riding gear.
Came home and settled into a lazy night of domesticity and a little tv. Tomorrow is Friday - hopefully little drama at the office, but hey...it's next to the weekend.