T minus 3.5

No, I'm not going to be posting every half day until the games, but today really escalated quickly; I mean it really got out of hand fast.

We worked on the 2nd WOD for the games this morning and one again concluded it will be tough. I tried two full rounds with 175 lbs and mixed the order around to see how it felt. First round I went straight through (hello gut check). Then I took a break and did another round starting with the squats. Pull-ups were tough, but my goal it to do everything without breaking sets. I am still very excited for this weekend and know it will just be amazing. However, the only normal thing to happen today was crossfit...

Driving out of the gym's parking lot I heard a clunk, thought nothing of it and continued driving. As I was turning left on 88th street, another car was turning right from 88th and I heard a load screech. I thought, "Really, is it necessary to be showing off in a beat up truck?" Then the thought crossed my mind that I could have been making the screeching noise. I continued driving. After one too many corners I heard a whump whump whump coming from my tires. At first I thought one of them was flat. However, when I got out of the car neither tire was flat, they were just pointing in opposite directions. My driver's side tire pointed left and my passenger side tire pointed right. My car had become splayfooted. After investigating for a bit I found that the steering part of the car was no longer connected to the right front tire. It was almost as if a dislocation of sorts had occurred (hopefully not an omens of what's to come...). After a few clever maneuvers with a little rope and some duct tape, I temporarily fixed the joint with hopes that it would hold for the trip home. Luckily it did.

Once home I called upon my trusted friend and fellow crossfitter, ZachJ, inquiring about a good mechanic in the area. He responded quickly and with expert advice. The shop was trustworthy, quick, and had a good track record, but it was 7.6 miles away. The trouble wasn't getting there, my duct tape repair was holding surprisingly well, it was getting back. Normally I would ask my roommate to give me a ride, but today and for the past week I have been holding down the fort solo. My only option was to drive there and bike back, so I threw my bike in the back and got to it. I thought 7.6 miles should be no sweat, I'm a crossfitter, I bike regularly, heck many people bike ten times that in a single shot. Today I learned something about Omaha. It is not as flat as I once thought. The bike wasn't so bad and I averaged between 15 and 20 mph since it took less than half an hour to get home. In fact the bike ride was so great I will probably do it again this afternoon. So much for that taper I guess.

As if this wasn't enough to warrant a mid day entry, within 30 seconds of returning from the auto shop I hear the doorbell ring. My doorbell never rings. My door faces an alley, an alley where someone was shot last October. Why was my doorbell ringing? I cautiously peeked out to see who it was and opened the door. The tall man standing just outside my door knew mine name. Shortly after the door opened, I shared in the reciprocal knowledge. His purpose was to give me a subpoena. I was required to testify in the shooting case that had happen back in October. We exchanged stories and spoke for a bit as he worked out the details with the district court over the phone. As it turns out I am now required under penalty of the law to appear in court tomorrow at 10am to say that I saw the results of a shooting in my alley. This is going to be interesting.

What a day it already has been. All this activity before noon no less. I wonder what the rest of the day will bring, besides another 7.6 mile bike ride that is :)

The latest:
My car won't be done until tomorrow, so no bike ride later :(
Also, the defendant just plead guilty to attempted murder so I won't have to appear in court.
What started as an adventurous day has dwindled away into nothing more than a rainy Tuesday.

The Most Latest (for those who still care)
My car is done and the aforementioned honorable crossfitter, ZachJ, is going to give me a ride.