I’ve got a race this weekend, and if I can tell you something in confidence, it’s that I’m not as fired up for it as I could be. Truth is, vacation was great, but it hasn’t been real good for my sense of purpose. I’ve been back a few days now, but physically, I feel like I left a good part of my soul sitting on the dock up by Green Lake, and it’s taking a toll on my focus. Plus, I gained six pounds while we were gone, and it makes me feel like a fucking beached whale. I’m sluggish in the water, sluggish when I run, and downright torpid when I try to stretch or do yoga. I feel okay on the bike, sure, but that’s only because I’ve been riding easy, and because it pays to ride easy when you commute. Biking in a hurry on New York City streets is a good way to get killed. *sigh* I know what you’re thinking, but the truth is that I’m not really thin like that anymore. Back in high school, yeah, I weighed about 155 lbs, and by the time I was in Beast Barracks, the upper classme