Sometimes Stephanie asks me how my day went and I don't know what to say. It sounds so trivial, really. I woke up early, ran for a while, maybe jumped in the pool for a bit and went to work. I attended a bunch of meetings really about nothing important, did some other work too, and then after leaving the office I either came home or worked out some more. Then I blog. End of story. Meanwhile, Steph is up to her eyeballs in work, building a career, trying to juggle multiple wedding vendors and their tedious contracts, planning a close friend's bachelorette party and trying to help maintain a home for us both. Her to-do list looks like my to-bring list for a race, just longer and without the butt-butter.
After spending two nights just trying to pick up a bit more of the household load, I realized while folding laundry and towels that I've got nothing on her!
So tonight, instead of spending a bunch of time reflecting on my hard swim workout, or watching Paris-Roubaix replay (again) while spinning, or the lifting I did at lunch with Shannan, I'm going to write about folding laundry. Cleaning out drawers. Hanging dresses. Doing dishes. Picking up around the house. Taking over some wedding planning duties. Helping cook dinner last night. This is the stuff that's really important.
We as triathletes have to remember that while we juggle three sports, our partners juggle our three sports (and hearing about them endlessly) AND their lives too.
I'm not sure which is more mentally taxing. I may be the Ironman. But Steph is no less an Iron Woman for enduring and being such a supportive partner.
61 days and counting.