Sunday morning I rolled out of bed after a mediocre night’s sleep and suited up for my weekly long run. I finished one cup of coffee (pre-run fuel), filled a water bottle, and headed out the door. I pushed the power button on my Garmin 910 to start the satellite sync and got an immediate “Lo Batt” message, followed shortly by a blank screen. No juice. A good analogy for life in recent months.
When I was training for a triathlon in 2012, blogging about the experience was as much a part of my routine as running,cycling, and swimming. Well, maybe not that much, but it was a daily activity that helped keep me focused. It forced me to think objectively about how I was training.
After I finished my triathlon, I continued to train at a pretty intense level for an age grouper. I also started working on my MBA at night. As you can imagine, life got a bit hectic. I knew something would have to give. I scaled back my training a lot (although never quit), and stopped writing about it. After all, if all I was doing was maintaining and not really training with a purpose, who would really be interested?
Fast forward more months than I care to admit. The MBA is done, life has settled down to a dull roar, and I’ve realized how much I miss the training and writing. For me, they feed each other. Just like my Garmin, both need to be chrged to be useful. There was nothing wrong with my hightech watch… I’d simply neglected it the night before. Even after I popped it on the charger long enough to get enough juice for the run, some functions automatically shut off to conserve resources. I cut out the extras in my schedule to make room for school, not completely realizing how much juice I lost in the process. So, I’m back.
I don’t expect to get back to the 12-15 hours of training I used to do, but I do plan to rebuild some of my previous capacity. And I’ll start writing again… not necessarily because I think,anyone necessarily needs to hear what I have to say, but because sometimes I need to hear myself say it. Things like “that wasn’t as bad as I’d convinced myself it was going to be”, or “I’m not sure I can do this, but I’d rather fail than not try.” I know that guy is still in there… just need to find him again.