Gone are the days when I could waste away my weekends watching sports or some crappy crime drama show. Last week was a perfect example of this "new normal". After traveling to the bitterly cold east coast on business and working an insane number of hours. I made it back to Texas on Friday morning @ 12 am. These days, when I travel somewhere I park carmelita at the airport. It makes it easier to pay for parking and have my car accessible when I land at DFW. So, I'd been working on a particularly tricky engineering issue. To protect the innocent, I won't divulge details of this issue. Let's just say it was brain teaser. Finally, after putting that issue to bed and saving the day I put up my super nerd cape, and donned my best frock, and headed home. Upon landing I walk out to the parking garage to look for my car. To much of my chagrin, I couldn't seem to find my car. At this point, I've worked about 50 hours in a span of 72 hours. My brain is probably resembling humus, at this point. I search all four levels of the parking garage, and nothing. So, I ask the valet guy, and he proceeds to say, well sir, you can call parking customer service. My response, "Well, do you have a number?" No, there's a number on the side of their marked cars.. Where do I find this magical vehicle, I ask? There's one at the lower level. So, I drag my large suite case downstairs. Finally, I locate this magical vehicle, and there's no number to be found. I finally locate another airport employee, and he was helpful. He gives me a correct number, and I make contact with the parking agents. A few minutes later, I run into a familiar face. She reminds me of Cobie Smulders, so, we'll call her Robin. This way we can pay homage to Cobie's character on "How I Met Your Mother" Robin, and I have become good friends. We started off as potential mates, we decided that friends would be best for both of us. It's an interesting relationship, since we've run into each other in different states. After a few minutes of catching up. We find my car, which was on the second level on the other side of the garage. This pretty much ended my night, or morning. The next 2 days were packed with more work, and appointments. With no proper sleep, and nutrition, and more work shenanigans, I had to skip the CowTown run. This was pretty disappointing, but there's really no reason to fret about this. In three weeks, I'll be in LA getting ready to run the LA Marathon. Not sleeping, and being up late with work on Saturday night would have spelled disaster for Sunday (Race day). Making time for running and lifting along with my jam packed work schedule doesn't leave much time for anything else. I've also become a home owner recently, and I'll be moving into my new abode 1 week before flying to LA. Lots of exciting things going on right now. I rarely have time to write entries anymore. I'm going into the LA run, fully healthy, and working my tail off trying to get in endurance shape. Since the LA run presents a certain set of challenges. I'll be ready, I always am. So, my next entry will come from intelligentsia coffee shop on Abbott Kinney. I'll be the dude NOT wearing skinny jeans...
FZ
