Diabetes Game- Travel-laundry-no bike

Howdy from Hotlanta!!!

I am so happy to be home. Granted I still am struggling to know what time zone I am on, life in my house is good. The race ended well for the team, with Jesse winning the King of the Mountains jersey, and Ken scoring a bunch of solid finishes near the end. Even through a rough race, we all had a good time together, and became closer as a unit. As the non-riding days went on, I went about doing more, and more insulin. I was up to 2x10u/day of Lantus, and up to 11 and 11 the day before we left. The plane ride again was good, and blood sugar was floating perfectly the entire day. I slept for 4 hours on the first 4.5 hour flight. Then hung out in the Tokyo airport for 5 hrs reading books, walking around, and checking email, which was good. Then slept for 8 of 13 hours on the next flight. So I got to LA thinking I was back on east coast time. Waited 3.5 hours in the airport and got on my last 4.5 hour flight back to Atl. So all in all it was about 32 hours of travel.

I walked into my house, thinking I had cleaned and organized everything, but I have never been so far from the truth. I had boxes shipped home, tons of mail, and 2 months of being away all packaged into 900 square feet... I have been spending the last 3 days trying to get organized, and failing consistently... Can anyone guess the absolute best thing about being home???
Abundance of boxers. That's right, having a never ending supply again. The days of travel, I would never wear a pair more than one day, and having only brought 5 sets for the entire trip it was a bit of a stress always having to wonder if I would get to laundry in time. No more, not at home. I am free and clear for weeks on end now, and loving it!!! Having my car, a valid driver's license, are also a bonus.

Then of course the coolest part is being around my buddies again. Monday I could not keep my eyes open at 5:30pm, took a nap, woke up at 8 to watch House and 24. Back to sleep for 9 hours.
Tuesday I commit to picking my buddy John Martin and his wife Ansley up at the airport at 9pm, then to see the crew at The Grainge for a St. Patty's celebration. Like clockwork, at 5:30 I am struggling to stay awake, and I go for my nap thinking I would wake up at 8 or so again. Well, low and behold I wake up, it is dark, grab my phone, and it is 1am!!! Wide awake, feeling like a punk and seeing 10 missed calls, made it all worse. Read for an hour, and back asleep. Spoke to Johnny in the am, and all was good.

I have been to massage 2x, and chiro 2x as I am still messed up from the crash. I guess my Sacrum is miss aligned, and essentially have a sprained butt. Dave suggested not riding to heal, as my butt is extremely flared up, which is causing near constant pain right now. Standing up, sitting down, getting in and out of bed are little torture sessions. Dave has helped some major progress today, and I am hopeful to be back on the bike tomorrow, and maybe racing this weekend. It will be interesting to see how the body reacts after this much time off. I think the rest is needed, but it will now take some time to get back into shape. I was on for 2 big races here in the US, but it doesn't make sense for 60%me to replace 100% teammate. Time to refocus, and get ready to rock soon.

Thanks for reading. I am going to go nap now... Love this jet lag.
Ciao
Phil