Sometimes I feel like a broken record. Over the past year I've found myself 0n more than one occasion expressing the woes of being busy and missing training. Sometimes I think it's justified. There are days I have personal or work obligations that take all the time I have, or some days I don't feel well. I'm human. But other times I wonder if I use the conflicts as an excuse. Do I take what might be minor challenges and make them into something bigger? Maybe, or maybe not. Maybe I obsess over it too much as many triathletes seem to. This is definitely my hobby, something that brings me joy and gives me purpose, so I should just enjoy it for what it is, right? Instead I feel monumentally guilty for not squeezing it into my already packed schedule. That's both a blessing and a curse.
After keeping things afloat during a challenging week last week, the wheels came off this week. I had an early morning meeting yesterday that made a swim rather unappealing so I planned to do it after work. But when I walked out the door 12 hours later I was exhausted and a swim was the last thing on my mind. Then this morning I felt like a truck had run me over in the night so another workout was missed. I regrouped with a bike session tonight but it certainly wasn't my finest. It was better than nothing.
My work has been beyond busy. I can't get into details, but I'm preparing for a little sporting event in Canada next month and it's by far the most consuming thing I've ever worked on. The reward should be pretty tremendous though so for the next several weeks it has to be my focus. Life can't be all about triathlon after all... at least not all the time.