Keep Calm and Train Harder

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When is the last time you said you wanted more hours in the day?! Yup. Me too.

A few weeks ago I had a few different people come up to my on several different occasions with the same comment: “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you?”. It’s kind of like one of those questions like “you look tired” yet you have had the most sleep you have had in a while and you feel great. Hmmm. I thought about it. I haven’t been on vacation. I haven’t had people in town. I actually feel like I have been very involved in the kids lives…. But, it just confirmed it. I have been busy.

I know it’s been a while since my last posting…. not my original intention but sometimes life just gets in the way. Yada Yada. Story of our lives right? Everyone is busy in their own little busy way. As for me (lately anyways), if I’m not on my bike, I’m running, if I’m not running I’m swimming, if I’m not swimming, I’m training someone else, or picking up kids from school, playing with kids, or doing laundry, grocery shopping, cooking, helping with homework, housework, spending time with family… list goes on and on and on. And if I’m not doing any of the above I’m drinking wine (let’s be honest), icing feet (last time I went to the doc he said 6x a day —whhhhaaaaattttt???), stretching (yes, my perfect “stretching routine” lasts me about 40 minutes), catching on the hundreds of emails in my inbox (never ending…..), oh – yeah, and sleeping. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lately the conversations with my husband are more about synching calendars then our daily lives. Suddenly, I feel déjà vu. Like I have a newborn. Yup, that’s it. I am exhausted and overwhelmed just like the day my kid(s) were born. Training for a big race is like having a baby!!

Instead of cleaning up baby poop, I’m wiping the grease off my bike. Instead of waking up in the middle of the night to breastfeed, I’m waking up with leg cramps. I’m stressing about big picture kid stuff (8 year old learning new “interesting” words & asking very adult-like questions that this momma isn’t ready for yet) instead of whether to let the baby cry it out or not.

We all have our stresses. It’s not like mine are bad. I am certainly not complaining. I mean all of the aforementioned “stresses” are optional. And, apart from laundry and cleaning house – I love doing them all!   In fact, I realized today that even on my worst tiredest grouchiest days, I am still nicer than most. 😉 The lady at the checkout at Target was shouting because she was charged $2.99 for bread that was on sale for $1.99. Someone at the car dealership wasn’t happy about the few drips of water left on their car after a car wash. I was shouted at for not coming to a complete stop on my bike when a lady was not even close to crossing the street. RELAX PEOPLE. Stay calm. SMILE.

I generally try not to complain. Life is too short and does it really ever help? The other day before I was headed out on one of my long runs, I was not super excited about it and mumbled something under my breath about not wanting to go. My husband – the voice of reason – simply said “it’s your choice”. Darn it. Right again. I got myself into this racing stuff. I signed up for it. Yes, I actually pay good hard cash to do these races $$ and, yes, I actually enjoy them. So I got those running shoes on and went out there and made the most of it. And – truth be told – loved every second of it.

So – guess what I am trying to say is accept your busy life. Take it as a challenge and run with it. Or – just go on a run. Sometimes, it just makes everything better…….

 

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