Triathlon is easy when your life responsibilities are few. I have a career and a great fiancee, along with a fantastic family and close friends whom I'd like to see more. I don't have kids. My job doesn't suck. I'm healthy, Steph is healthy and our parents are healthy.
Life is pretty awesome.
However, that doesn't mean it's not busy -- even with the relatively few commitments Steph and I have.
I've been up since 5:30 a.m. (though I cheated with a nap after swimming at 6). I went to work, rushed to the track for an evening Fortius-coached running workout (two timed 400s, two timed 800s and a timed 1,200 along with drills), rushed home, showered in five minutes (literally, I timed it) and bolted with Steph to dinner in Studio City. I just now am finding time to blog.
Last night, I didn't even have the energy to try. And it was another one of those crazy busy days. I admit I could wake up earlier than I have been late, but the Ironman training volume has been increasing and I need my rest when I can get it. Maybe the stress of it all combined with some fatigue led me to lock my keys inside my condo yesterday morning. Fortunately, since it was the Griffith Park brick workout, I had my bike with me and a change of clothes. So I dashed from Sherman Oaks to Burbank (in 35 minutes, with traffic, thank you very much!). Worked through lunch into the early evening, time trialed to Griffith Park to catch the end of the group bike ride and ran for an hour in the hills. From there, Coach Gerardo was kind enough to drop me off at home after I bribed him with dinner at Sharkey's. By the time I got home, unwound with Steph and got ready for bed, it was already 10:30 p.m.
I realize that doesn't seem late for many of my friends. But at the frenetic pace I tend to keep (by my own preference), I wonder if my 10:30 p.m. feels like most people's 3 a.m.
Anyways, my point to all this is that blogging is hard right now. I had this wonderful vision of blogging every single day leading into my first Ironman. And, like the tail-end of a sprint where you simply start to run out of gas and willpower, I'm starting to feel the same way about blogging. I love it, and I really mean that. But, it's sometimes getting squeezed at the expense of the rest of my life.
This is not my farewell to blogging. Far from it. Blogging has actually helped me understand and appreciate my Ironman experience far more than had I not done it. The days would have blurred together. The insights would have been missed, along with the special milestones. If not for my blog, this journey would have felt like a slog, not the adventurous roller coaster filled with blind corners and unforeseen drops and loops.
I guess all I'm saying is be patient with me, if you've been supporting this site over the past several months. I will not let you down. I will not let myself down. But there may be a day or two here or there where I just might not be able to fit the blog in. Sometimes life does move so fast that if you do slow down, you just might miss it.
Every once in a while, I just need to live and not chronicle living. Last night was one of those nights. Tonight almost was too.
Let's see what tomorrow brings.
107 days and counting.