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The last few weeks just plain sucked and how my CrossFit training suffered because of them.

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My nemesis month is actually part of two months.

The last few weeks have just plain sucked. In fact, I can say with certainty that if I could wipe the past few weeks from my memory I would. My nemesis month actually started two days before my birthday on October 26th and encroached well into November. We had planned on spending my birthday weekend in Las Vegas to relax. Room service, hanging by the pool and just walking around seemed like a good idea. We’d done the trip several times before and had a good time. Sadly Montana (My daughter) came down with something right before we left for Vegas. At the time she didn’t seem that bad, we thought she might be teething and she’d be over whatever she had by the next day, boy were we wrong.

My nemesis month is actually part of two months.

The last few weeks have just plain sucked. In fact, I can say with certainty that if I could wipe the past few weeks from my memory I would. My nemesis month actually started two days before my birthday on October 26th and encroached well into November. We had planned on spending my birthday weekend in Las Vegas to relax. Room service, hanging by the pool and just walking around seemed like a good idea. We’d done the trip several times before and had a good time. Sadly Montana (My daughter) came down with something right before we left for Vegas. At the time she didn’t seem that bad, we thought she might be teething and she’d be over whatever she had by the next day, boy were we wrong.

 

Troubles Early on.

Even before we left for Vegas, the trip took a turn for the worse. My drivers license had expired, by no fault of my own. I had sent in my renewal by mail the previous month, the DMV had received the payment, but the ID never got processed. A few days before we left I started to get worried that I had not received it, so I called their help line, no answer. I did that same routine the next day and again no answer. Finally on the third day I waited on hold for an hour and finally a woman picked up the phone. After explaining my situation, the woman confirmed that they had processed the payment but the license was still processing. She told me that I’d have to go to a DMV office to get a temporary because there was no way I could drive on an expired license. Duh I thought, that is why I was calling. Wanting to vent, I explained that the whole point of having a mail in renewal was to eliminate the need to visit an office. “Sorry sir you have to visit a DMV office or risk receiving a ticket” she explained!  Damn, now I either had to go to a DMV office, or risked getting pulled over with an expired license, or worse not being able to register at the hotel because my license was expired. With limited options at this point we decided to stop in Barstow on the way to Vegas. I mean how busy could the DMV in Barstow be? Two hours in line answered that question pretty quickly. It was at that time that I wanted to slap the idiot that had dropped the ball with my license (Which still has not arrived as of this date).

By the time I was done with the ridiculousness of the DMV I had built up a hunger of epic proportions, so we decided to grab a bite at the closest restaurant, McDonalds. While not the best choice for my diet, at this point I did not care. Within moments of opening the doors the sweet aroma of burgers filled my nose, then in a split second my fantasies about what I was to eat were dashed. The line was huge! Actually calling what I saw a line is an understatement; it was more of a mob. No way I could wait, so we left. Upon leaving, I reflected that the trip was not going so well and if I could have punched the world, I would have. Leaving McDonalds we were left with few other choices. We opted for another fast food burger joint across the parking lot; whose only reason for continued existence seemed to be to collect would be customers who left in disgust from the extra busy McDonalds.

Montana had not really eaten anything during that day and we knew she was hungry. We figured she might be teething so Mayra gave her some teething gel before she ate. It didn’t help much because after she swallowed the first bit of food and cried out in pain we concluded she must have a sore throat. Crap I thought, we had two choices;

 

1. Continue on and hope she was getting better or

 

2. Turn around and basically eat the cost of the hotel room.

 

Not thinking clearly (Maybe it was the hunger or exhaustion from the DMV) we opted to take our chances and headed for Vegas. Looking back it was a pretty dumb decision. We should have turned around, but I was optimistic, in my mind I knew the worst was behind us, wrong again.

Stay tuned for part two of my Saga.


See you in the hills

Lance

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