Yesterday was an exercise in tension. While visiting my bank to deposit a check and let them know I would be out of the country for a bit, I heard the unnerving news that the bank didn't allow ATM transactions from my destination. Oh Shit. With the added bonus - Pebbles and I bank at the same place. If I don't want to get taken to the cleaners at the airport exchange areas, I'm going to have to make a run to an exchange office in Dallas today. And carry ALL our trip cash with us. And before traveler's checks are suggested, they are not particularly easy to cash these days. That would be like taking three chickens and a goat in exchange for a cab ride. So anyway, this really threw a wrench into the works. I think I have a plan in place, as does Pebbles. She's opening up another account with a different banking system all together, with the assurances that all will be okay. I did get a call later in the day from my bank saying that there may be something that they can do, but they've never done it and have no way to test it, etc. I said go ahead and try it and I will be the test case. I was ready to pull 30 years of business if they hadn't tried to do something. While I understand that fraud is an issue, "protecting" me by not allowing access to my money isn't a service and don't tell me it is. I've got plenty of other protections. Cutting off access is protecting THEM. So anyway, I am grateful, grateful, grateful that I decided to handle this yesterday rather than today, as it will take a while for the TL to get here from New Jersey. Of course, that could fall through, too. The courier is supposed to arrive in North Dallas on Thursday afternoon. We leave Friday morning. Of course, the airport is still an option, but you just get killed with the exchange rate and fees. Lesson: talk to your financial institutions EARLY before any international travel. So couple that with another request from The Family for some additional financial entanglements, and I had a helluva day.
So it was more than time for a little doodle in the park with Cha-Cha. Turns out, I'd been grabbing aholt of poor Cha-Cha like I was Bill Pickett - putting her into a bulldogging hold, elbows akimbo, and away we would go. I was so tense and coiled, concentrating only on wringing out miles. No wonder I'd started hurting. So last night's ride was all about being loosey-goosey. Keeping good posture, keeping my shoulders out of my ears, keeping my back flat and supported and not having a death grip on everything. I constantly repositioned myself, trying to find the most comfortable spot and if I found myself contracting, I'd tell myself to Hold on Loosely. And I just played in the park. Not looking for speed or mileage, but just fun and sun and some mind-and-stress-clearing relaxation. And Clementine Peddleford came through.
Sleep Report: No discernible NS, although I didn't sleep as long as I would have wished.
I got to make the armored car run this morning, so no lunch workout for me. But I think I'll try to hang loose with Cha-Cha again this evening.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Hold On Loosely.
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