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I lead a double life.

I travel around the country hitching rides with stinky men, ordering egg whites and wheat toast "no butter" in greasy truck stops.  I make my oatmeal in gas station microwaves.  I lay around in a hotel room all day and pull on my spandex at night.  I sweat until my eyes are salt-filled and bloodshot.  I am aggressive.  I pedal until my muscles quiver, I throw my bike for primes, for victories, for fun.  I never remember anything about the last 2 miles, but that they must be responsible for how I feel afterward.  I love the podium, answering anouncer's questions about how I like the pace car, how'd I like the hill.... and showering in the parking lot with a gallon of water while everyone watches.  I like going out to eat at 10pm and talking for 4 hours about a 40 minute race.  I feel like I can't get enough food, and talk with friends about how much they can eat.  I go back to the room and am too tired to fall asleep until early in the morning.

then I go home

I travel around the town taking care of people, I make there eggs with raw yolks and white toast with "extra butter".  I make my oatmeal in their microwaves.  I leave my room at 5am and don't get home until the evening.  I lift people, move people, am patient with people, careful not to sweat a drop.  I am nurturing and patient.  I don't throw anything... ever.  I remember where everything goes, which shelf the salt shaker goes on, how they like their towels folded, how they like their shower... in the shower.... with a shower head, and NOT a gallon of water. The only hill I ever encounter is pushing someone up one in a wheel chair. I eat dinner at 7 and talk with friends about how they wish they wouldn't eat so much.  We don't talk about work, it's confidential.  I always fall right asleep afterwards.  usually by 10:30.

I have many people in each part of life, none of which knows the other side.