I've lost an inch off my thighs, and about 12 pounds. I think last week I was stressed and dehydrated, because I gained a couple pounds this week but didn't change sizes.
This year as I turned 45 I had the time pause and think and I came to a couple of realizations:
1) Forty-freaking-five. Holy crap. That's older than, well, than I imagine many of my high school teachers would have been when I was in high school, and I thought they were old.
In other words, I'm older than what I used to think was old.
2) I have been in college almost continuously for 20 years. I started working on my Bachelor's degree in 1991, and then wondered from one graduate school degree to the next, including a couple of PhDs I never finished. Don't get me started on why. I rarely take a straight path to any destination, either literally or figuratively. I meander.
Meandering to my eventual destination is my third special gift.* It makes a nice counter-part to Baboo's way of doing things, which is very tight, organized, and efficient. He got his Bachelor's degree in 3 years, taking exactly the amount of credits he needed to get it. For my bachelor's degree I accrued 183 credits. He's made me think more about efficiency. I've made him learn to relax, because if you're all about efficiency and deadlines, but have to live with me, you'd go mad, otherwise.
All of this, of course, ending up where I am now. Could I have done this with far less schooling? maybe. But it's unhelpful for me to dwell on that. One thing that is certain is that it's not like the journey is more enjoyable, I wind up overloaded and stressed because I've taken so long to get things done that they are piled up on top of other things I'm trying to get done, like this spring, when I've been trying to get ready for an Ironman, work full time, go to school full time, and deal with two new dogs.
Meanwhile, pretty soon, I will get to see my house in daylight. My dogs will know who I am.
This third master's degree is kind of an analogy to Ironman. After I've done my third, or fourth, one--I've made my point. I'm ready to move on. Or not. I don't think it could ever be argued that I've gotten some shit done in my life.
After May of this year, I want to take a step backwards, at least for a few months, and enjoy working out for a change, instead of feeling locked into a training schedule. I'll do my last Iron distance this fall and then be done.
I want to focus on what I like, running and swimming. The swimming I'll do for fun, and the cycling will be cross training, but after this year, the most triathlon I'll consider doing is a half iron. Maybe I'll train for a 100K. Or not. I'm stil thinking about these things right now. I have one last iron distance race I signed up for over a year ago, and I'm committed to it, in OKC, in September.
There's nothing terribly entertaining in all this. It's just me thinking out loud today.
I guess I should get up off this couch and go ride my bike.
*the other two having already been mentioned yesterday.
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