This weekend went by so quickly I feel like I have wind burn. Even worse, I feel like I have Alzheimers; for the life of me I can’t figure out what happened and why it happened so quickly. Aside from the bike ride on Saturday morning and the run on Sunday, the entire weekend feels like a sedentary blur that pretty much consisted of me and my computer inescapably trapped on my couch. I swear my couch has tentacles. When I sit on it, they reach around me, maybe even right up into my closest orifice, if you know what I mean. The tentacles hold me down, a prisoner to the furniture, as they slowly suck the memory out of my brain. Which makes me suddenly realize where my brain is located and pretty much solidifies the fact that my head is, in fact, up my ass after all.
After a few hours on the couch, life becomes a blur. The longer I sit there, the more the tentacles suck the very life right out of me. I sat there on the couch a very long time this weekend. And now here I am nearing the end of Monday, feeling a bit confused, not knowing where the past three days went, but desperately wanting them back. You know that point in Bugs Bunny cartoons right after Elmer Fudd is shot or blown up? That’s me right now: stars and butterflies circling my head, as I stumble about in utter shock and confusion wondering where the hell I am and how the hell I got here. The wascawy wabbit, in this instance, is being performed by my dreaded, tentacled couch.
During the Drinking Season (please see previous blog comments for full explanation of the Drinking Season), maintaining a balanced life is not overly difficult for me. Mainly because I don’t have an agenda and do whatever my little heart pleases. I run if I want to run, ride if I want to ride and go out at night if I want to. If I don’t, I don’t. Pretty simple, huh? In fact, this may sound like a good way of life for you. And, it might actually be a good way of life for you. But for me, not so much. I’m a very goal-oriented person. (Did you ever notice how the Brits say goal-orientated? What’s up with that?) Being very goal-orientated (ha!), this whole concept of “do what you want to do without any sense of direction” just ends up with me flailing about aimlessly. It’s good to flail for a bit and get all my ya-yas out, but it’s definitely not a way of life for me. So when the Racing Season starts and I have defined goals, life becomes a lot more focused. That, however, is often where the struggle begins.
- Ironman training
- My relationship with Cat, and,
- Work
1 comments:
Sounds like you've got a lot going on. I admire your determination!
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