Piano Recital

We finally got some good cyclocross weather, and instead of racing in the snow, we spent our saturday morning at #1 and #2's first piano recital. They both did a great job and i was very proud. It drives #1 crazy when #2 starts playing her songs....by ear. They have both picked it up quickly and are doing great.
It is a unique experience to have daughters that fight about who's turn it is to practice the piano.
they love to play and at times i wish there was a volume control on the piano.
When i was young, one of my sibling carved "I HATE PIANO" into the piano. I love to play now but as a 10 year old, it was almost as bad as weeding the garden.

It has been a week now since i have ridden a bike and i might be going through withdrawals. I find myself a bit more on edge and yelling at the kids more. And not the good kind of yelling, like; "GOOD JOB! KICK THE BALL HARDER! FOCUS! C'MON, GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME! LET'S GO TEAM!"
It has been more along the lines of, "IF I HEAR YOU SING RUDOLPH ONE MORE TIME I WILL GIVE YOU A RED NOSE! THE ELVES ARE WATCHING YOU RIGHT NOW AND THEY CAN SEE THAT YOU ARE BUGGING ME SO KNOCK IT OFF!"
The whole elves watching you all the time trick backfired on us a few years ago when we first tried it on #1. She became afraid of bathing or going to the bathroom because she thought the elves were going to see her naked. We had to explain that they were not Peeping Tom, pedophile, midgets and that they were Santa's helpers and didn't look into bathrooms.
Since i have not been riding my bike, i have been making up for all of the extra time i have had by eating homemade cookies. It is a lot easier than racing a bike and almost as rewarding.
With bike racing, i have to push my body to new limits and even though my legs and lungs and heart are all screaming at me to stop, there is some small part in the back of my brain that is over-riding every other impulse and has me pushing myself to go a little harder, and dig a little deeper to try and catch that guy in front of me and pass him.
With eating homemade cookies, it is very similar. A big part of it is mental, but the physical comes into play a lot as well. I look at a plate of cookies and i think "i couldn't possibly eat that whole plate of cookies by myself". But then i get going, and i think to myself "damn these are good" and i keep eating. My stomach is full and i don't need the nourishment, but there is some small part in the back of my brain that is over-riding every other impulse to stop eating and has me pushing myself to go a little harder, and dig a little deeper to try to finish the whole plate. And then i do, and i am sick for hours afterwards, but i have a sense of accomplishment. That was not something that everyone could do, or should do, but i did it, and i feel a sense of pride and naseau.