Saturday, May 24, 2008

Sarkozy-tastic

The New York Times this morning: "PARIS — Serge Hefez, a practicing psychiatrist, has identified a new mental illness among the French: obsessive Sarkosis, an unhealthy fascination with the French president, Nicolas Sarkozy."

I can, sadly, relate to this form of adoration. I, too, suffer from some form of Sarkosis. I love name-dropping him, or Cecelia, or even Carla Bruni. They are just so much fun.

Besides my odd obsession with a president that isn't even mine (because, after all, who would have an odd obsession with George Bush?), I've been attempting to develop some more healthy habits, which may or may not actually be so healthy when all is said and done. Like riding my bicycle.

Being bored at home the last week, all I can focus on is my bicycle, both updating it and riding it. I'm in the process of getting new pedals, new shoes, hopefully a new saddle. I finally fixed my handlebar tape so that it isn't held together with white sports tape. And then I did a bad thing. I got on my mom's bike and realized how much lighter it is than mine, and got really disappointed. My spirits both dipped lower and then rose a little as I tried to ride her bke and realized that her shoes don't fit me, so even with all her fanciness I am still better on my bike than I am on hers.

My lack of ability to kick ass on her bike yesterday may also have had something to do with the fact that I have been training hard for five days in a row and I was completely burned out. Between overtraining, tight shoes, and rain, I ended my ride yesterday at just under 15 miles. That still was enough to push me over 130 miles for the week, however, assuming that I am good and can stay off my bike today. I have designated a recovery day for myself, but sitting here on my butt right now just isn't quite doing it for me.

I slept in today. 8 am. I am taking this as a sign that I might just have gotten over my jet lag/decompression. Decompression is how I refer to that first week back where I couldn't figure out what to do with myself not having a million academic things to do every day. I think I may have relaxed just the slightest bit. And I read! I am coming up on finishing my second book for pleasure since I got back, and it is a rather amazing feeling.

Sadly, as I check the weather forecast I realize that the weather in New York is just slightly better than it is here. I slept with 5 blankets and a sweatshirt last night. There has been a 40 degree shift in the weather since I got home. I think I brought weather back with me from New York. Luckily, as I glance out the window over the ocean I see the sun peeking through the clouds. Since when is it warmer and nicer at the beach than it is at my house??

Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

2 comments:

Josh H said...

You look out your window and see the ocean?
No, I'm sorry——no complaining about the weather for you.

Daniel said...

I'm not sure I understand the shakespeare reference...