Today i awoke in a real panic. I thought it was race day. When the races are so close together it is hard to keep track of what day it is. And memories all string together to form one big timeless blur.
Just as i was getting out of bed to grab my slippers, book and head downstairs to look at a calendar for some solace, one of Jones' eyes popped open with a simultaneous puckering of the lips in anticipation of his morning kiss. Instead he was handed an impromptu game of "20 Questions". "Is it race day today? What day is it? what date is it? Are you sure i raced yesterday? But i was talking to my coach while having coffee. Oh, HE was having coffee in California. Are you sure we dont have to leave for Luxembourg right now? Why am i so confused?"
I had this same confusion when traveling with pro teams. But at least when traveling with them it was almost always race day when you awoke. It was confusing sometimes to awake in a strange bed, in a strange room with a strange person.
It is race day tomorrow so I am ok...this time.