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Time to push the re-set button. . . one more time.
We have a little over three weeks until we start what I’d
call “hard” training for IMChoo, and so we’re grateful for a break from
everything normal.
Jason had a work-related conference to attend in Orlando
this week, and he gracious let me tag along. Hooray for (me having) the most
flexible job ever. We split up the minions and left them behind with
grandparents and a family friend. Last I knew, they didn’t miss us. (When I
tried to talk on the phone with the six-year-old, she lasted maybe sixty
seconds and then basically hung up on me. “Gotta go, Mom.”) We’re on vacation.
Really REALLY on vacation.
We’ve walked on the beach, dug for sea shells, ate some
really good food, scared the natives with our naked white legs, and worked out
. . . not once.
Now I realize that the uber-triathletes of the world are
frowning now, but hear me out. When we left, I had my fair share of niggles—a
persistently sore shoulder, a hip that kept me awake at night, and just a sense
of dread any time a workout presented itself. We’ve had opportunity to run (on
treadmills) and bike (on fat-seated exercise bikes) and lift (in the hotel
gym). But instead, we opted to re-charge the batteries by eating some foods
with high levels of omega-3 and just enjoy the quiet time listening to each
other breath. (I can’t remember the last time we had this many meals in a row
with no kids.)
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| A respite from open-water swimming? |
I doubt the five-day break from the sport we love is going
to keep us from our goals of stepping across the IMChoo finish line in
September.
But not resting may have.
My dad is a big philosopher, especially for a guy who spends
his days sitting on a tractor. Maybe there’s a connection there. Anyway, he
called me randomly yesterday while we were trying to find our next big meal. We
had literally a 30-second conversation in which he said something to the effect
of, “Every night when you go to bed, ask yourself what you learned that day.
And I’m not talking about gossip. What lesson did you learn that day.”
We’re coming home tomorrow after a five-day break, and we’re
both pretty excited to jump back into the routine of working out, tackling domestic
duties, and prepping for IMChoo not to mention hugging and kissing the three
kids that didn’t miss us. And I can’t help but keep my dad’s words in the back
of my head: what lesson did we learn?
When burnout is knocking on the door, stop, rest, and push
the re-set button.
23 weeks and counting!
