An odd dream that is somewhat of a follow-on to some previous ones. Something about a bag of blue pills, intrigue in the pharmaceutical lab, and me worrying that I'm going to be implicated with/by some man and woman in some illegal/dangerous scheme. There was more to it than that but I can't remember...just woke up with a start and felt quite disturbed. Enough that I thought about bagging my track day.
At that point the last thing I wanted to do was trudge up to the desert preferring instead to just curl up on the couch all day. But my sense of duty as an instructor got the better of me so I hit the shower and hit the road though I wasn't happy about it.
But once I got there all was forgiven. I only got a few laps in the first session but was shocked that I was right around my old track record (1:32.704). Seems the track was fast early in the am. I was running in red group which is the fastest (I race in orange, or green if there is one) and keeping up ok, although I was towards the back of the group in times. But still fast enough to be there. Second session (which counts for time, the first and last are "practice" and although timed do not count as official laps) I turned a 1: 31.536 which *did* count and shaved over a second off my old best time.
Things got hotter though, and the track was destined to get slower and slower. And it did, as in the 3rd and 4th sessions I could only get down into the 1:32s. I bailed on the 5th session as I was fried. My student had to bail after the second session as he got a bubble in his tire. Then I got asked for a "second opinion" on a check out ride for another student. Kind of nice to be asked my opinion, but also kind of sucks to get caught in the middle of things. *sigh*....felt like work ;-)
