Just when you thought it couldn't get any less dignified... after weeks of commuting by razor scooter- which cuts my commute time in half- I nearly wiped out today. Pretty sad, huh? What's worse is what stopped me from wiping out was a business man who CAUGHT ME. Like, old-school gentleman style. So... a little embarassing. Just a little. This is the highlight of my day. Darn those sidewalks for their cracks.
Tonight is the time when I must decide between keeping up with the 5 workout a week goal and just drinking at happy hour instead. One option gives me a satisfied feeling of accomplishment and avoids feelings of self-loathing, the other allows me to be with my son and husband, offers the delicious taste of the hops, and avoids the cold of this winter evening. Tough choice. Stay tuned. Who knows.
I'm frustrated with all of it right now. The bottom line is there just aren't enough hours in the day. After making time and forcing Ben to watch the baby while I prance about acting like the world's worst faux-athlete, I feel the same. I'm going to suck at racing this year- running, riding, whatever. Not really getting the point. Grumble.
And more travel- Sunday and Monday in Milwaukee, Tuesday and Wednesday in Miami. Weeeeeee.
But here's a picture Ben took of Elliot. That makes it all better.
Ridden and Reviewed Kona Libre CR
8 months ago
3 replies:
I feel your pain. I have 2 girls (ages 3 and 7), a full time job, graduate school, a husband (and household, and all the fun stuff that goes along with that) and high hopes for a successful season... now, in saying "successful" I do not mean winning my age group or anything of that nature... but simply performing to the best of my ability, putting forth 100% effort, and doing better than last year... But it's hard trying to find the balance....
And it frustrates me...often.
Hang in there... we can DO THIS :)
Dude. Being a mommy is hard. Do whatever you can to make it easier on yourself. I hope you went for the happy hour option minus any self loathing. Selves should not be loathed for hanging out with the fam.
I walked away from a rather successful racing career shortly after our kids were born. It took a few years (maybe more than I wanted) to find a happy medium. Nowadays, regardless how much I WANT to race and move up the ranks, I'm mostly happy staying in shape with consistent workouts, and the occasional entry. Don't worry, regardless of the competitive "fire inside", you will find your happy medium as well. Just keep moving :)
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