I got back late on Friday night. I got up the next morning and did the 42 mile breakfast ride again.
On Sunday I was reunited with my S. It was awesome to see him again. Unfortunately, it was kind of late when my W brought him home.
Also, on Sunday, the post mission trip emotional crash started to show up. I did do some GAL'ing by going out and playing 9 holes of golf with a buddy from my church.
Monday, I got out of bed early and ran another 5 miles, again the furthest distance since the early 90s. The post mission trip crash was still rearing its ugly head. I was also having feelings of anger toward my W creep in. Anxiety was ramping up, too. Anyway, I was able to curb some of the feeling with my Monday night GAL'ing activity of choice. I had what turned out to be my last softball game of the year. I also slid into a base for the first time in about 26 years. It just happened to be at home plate and it resulted in a home plate collision. Home plate collisions aren't pretty at my age. There was impact on my chin, shoulder, and my rear end (it was NOT a smooth landing). I have a big 'ol bruise on my rear end to prove it.
Did get out for some more GAL'ing during the week. I had my Tuesday night group at church. Wednesday morning was a 17 mile solo ride. Wednesday night I spent with my S. Thursday night I went out for the group ride with the bike shop for 37 miles. I rode with the slower group and it was a very nice social ride. Talked to everyone on the ride. A lot of hill work. I went out for 12-13 miles after we got back just to get the mileage up.\
Unfortunately, I was not in the best emotional place all week. I chalked it up to a combination of my sitch going on and post mission trip crash. On Wednesday night, my W had asked me to pick up my S at her place and that just made things worse. It's getting back to the subject of transportation. Currently, she's 30 minutes away. I had it on my mind that there has to be some limits to how far away she can be if she wants to share the transportation, especially during school. Frankly, that topic was bothering me for the majority of the week.
It was awesome to see him again. Unfortunately, it was kind of late when my W brought him home.
I did do some GAL'ing by going out and playing 9 holes of golf with a buddy from my church.
Anxiety was ramping up, too. 
Anyway, I was able to curb some of the feeling with my Monday night GAL'ing activity of choice. I had what turned out to be my last softball game of the year. I also slid into a base for the first time in about 26 years. It just happened to be at home plate and it resulted in a home plate collision. Home plate collisions aren't pretty at my age. 
There was impact on my chin, shoulder, and my rear end (it was NOT a smooth landing). I have a big 'ol bruise on my rear end to prove it. 
