Sometimes I feel like a broken record. Over the past year I've found myself 0n more than one occasion expressing the woes of being busy and missing training. Sometimes I think it's justified. There are days I have personal or work obligations that take all the time I have, or some days I don't feel well. I'm human. But other times I wonder if I use the conflicts as an excuse. Do I take what might be minor challenges and make them into something bigger? Maybe, or maybe not. Maybe I obsess over it too much as many triathletes seem to. This is definitely my hobby, something that brings me joy and gives me purpose, so I should just enjoy it for what it is, right? Instead I feel monumentally guilty for not squeezing it into my already packed schedule. That's both a blessing and a curse.
After keeping things afloat during a challenging week last week, the wheels came off this week. It was one thing after another with work, I was tired, and all I wanted to do was go home and go to bed. After staying up way too late last night (and also eating half a large cheese lovers deep pan pizza), I regrouped with a swim during lunch but it certainly wasn't my finest. It was better than nothing.
My work has been beyond busy. I'm planning a 5k road race, which, in dealing with all parties involved has been frustrating and difficult and so for the next several weeks it has to be my focus. Life can't be all about triathlon after all... at least not all the time.