Time, that is.
How did this come to pass. It is two weeks until I race Half-Ironman in Hawaii, and six weeks until Le Tour de Dugong. I sign up for these crazy endeavors, buy airfares, train like a crazy person (always feeling like I'm not training "enough"), but nonetheless am shocked when they move from the horizon, to a few hundred metres in front of me.
My goodness, how am I going to be ready for my pilgrimage to Hawaii next Sunday (Taxi Docking to Kings Lynn, Train Kings Lynn to Kings Cross, and then onto West Hampstead, drag bike to Cassie's house to stay the night, taxi to Paddington, Heathrow Express to Heathrow, Fly to LAX, LAX to Kona, taxi to hostel...). What about that list of things I should have done? What about work? Why did I do this to myself?
My reaction, is to apply what endurance racing has taught me. Keep moving, stroke by stroke, pedal by pedal, one foot in front of another, life goes on and you move towards your goals. Some of the things that have gone by the wayside over the past months will be annoying to sort out, but most were just not that important. I look forward to having some space to breathe easy, to lie in bed on a Saturday morning without feeling guilty about what I should be getting done.
But truth be known, there will not be many lazy Saturday mornings, because for the most part the things I should be getting done, are the things I want to be getting done.
This is the year of biting off more than I can chew. Not everything (or nothing) is perfect, and it has stretched me past where I thought my limits were. But the world hasn't ended, and nobody has died. Yet....
How did this come to pass. It is two weeks until I race Half-Ironman in Hawaii, and six weeks until Le Tour de Dugong. I sign up for these crazy endeavors, buy airfares, train like a crazy person (always feeling like I'm not training "enough"), but nonetheless am shocked when they move from the horizon, to a few hundred metres in front of me.
My goodness, how am I going to be ready for my pilgrimage to Hawaii next Sunday (Taxi Docking to Kings Lynn, Train Kings Lynn to Kings Cross, and then onto West Hampstead, drag bike to Cassie's house to stay the night, taxi to Paddington, Heathrow Express to Heathrow, Fly to LAX, LAX to Kona, taxi to hostel...). What about that list of things I should have done? What about work? Why did I do this to myself?
My reaction, is to apply what endurance racing has taught me. Keep moving, stroke by stroke, pedal by pedal, one foot in front of another, life goes on and you move towards your goals. Some of the things that have gone by the wayside over the past months will be annoying to sort out, but most were just not that important. I look forward to having some space to breathe easy, to lie in bed on a Saturday morning without feeling guilty about what I should be getting done.
But truth be known, there will not be many lazy Saturday mornings, because for the most part the things I should be getting done, are the things I want to be getting done.
This is the year of biting off more than I can chew. Not everything (or nothing) is perfect, and it has stretched me past where I thought my limits were. But the world hasn't ended, and nobody has died. Yet....
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