On one hand, my body is screaming at me to "DO SOMETHING!!!" On the other hand, it's super nice to hang out in my pjs with a
On one hand, it's really nice to get caught up on my laundry and my blogging and on work and on changing burned out light bulbs and on finishing taxes and. . . on the other hand, I'm obsessively checking the weather to see if it will hold for a non-existent long ride/run this weekend.
On one hand, I'm glad to stay at home in my nice, warm house rather than trek out into the 36-degree rain to the pool. On the other hand, I'm counting miles and comparing weeks and wondering "What happened this week???" before I realize that it's re-cov-er-y weeeeeeek. Say it slowly.
One of my favorite people in the whole world wrote this little diddy awhile back. I didn't get it (yet) because I hadn't been doing this long enough to understand where she was coming from. Swim Bike Mom had written this piece about the Sucky Rotation Schedule where something has to fall below the "suck line" in order to keep all the balls in the air. You know the balls. Marriage, kids, work, training, groceries and cooking, laundry, vet visits, visiting old people, cleaning, homework, mowing the grass, sleeping. Those balls. It occurred to me today that Recovery Week is the time that it's OK to let "training" fall below the suck line. All of the other balls that have fallen below the suck line are finally getting some attention this week and that's good. My life is not all about this race I'm working toward. This race is just one of many balls I have in the air.
So on one hand, my body and my brain are all confused about what we're doing. But on the other hand, this is giving me a chance to put the whole rest of my life back together so that each of the balls can take its turn below the suck line in a week or two.
I'm glad we had this chat. Carry on.
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