My vacation has felt like anything but. Though my "office" work has declined, my writing has increased. I'm working on two columns for Lava, a story for the Fortius website and I'm trying to keep up with blogging.
I'm living on my keyboard. And loving it. This is what I was always meant to do, but I knew it would be difficult to make a living as a journalist. Hence, focusing on marketing and public relations starting my senior year of college. It took me several years after graduation though to realize I could continue my writing career while paying the bills doing something else I enjoy.
I actually prefer this approach even if I could make a career writing full-time. Growing up, I was a sportswriter (stringer) for the Simi Valley Enterprise, LA Daily News and ultimately my high school and college newspapers. I found that when I became the college basketball beat reporter for the Arizona Daily Wildcat that college basketball became less fun. It became "work." So the more I can truly enjoy writing for its own sake, the better off I'll be.
I wish the same could be said for my training right now. My IT bands continue to bother me, and I'm just not healing the way I thought I would from Ironman Arizona. Even though the desire is there, I find that each workout is still filled with annoying locking in my right leg. Which makes it a little less enjoyable. There's no Nirvana. No vacation. Just work, without the sense of accomplishment.
I now realize that it's probably time to slow down on the pedaling, the kicking and the running. I need to listen to my body. I can't just will it to get better. I may have to live with writing about triathlon for the time being and not being as active a participant as I'd like.
I wonder how I'll get through that. The Surf City Marathon is now in jeopardy. So is the Los Angeles Half-Marathon I just signed up for.
Writing will become my new training. My healing process. My dealing process.
I think it will help. Like a counter-balance.
For those of you going through injuries as well, we'll get through this together. I'll help you. You help me.
184 days and counting.