All told, things are pretty good. I'm off the 5:30 AM bandwagon after being talked out of it by a friend. Frankly, I didn't need much convincing. I like having a life, you see. I like staying up late and reading sometimes and I like seeing my friends (yes, even those that don't ride bikes or show up at the cove). I've managed, after a week of sleeping in, not working out much and feeling even more tired than before, to get myself on a 6:30 AM kick instead. I'm not working out when I get up-- hopefully I'm doing that later in the day-- but I'm getting more done. I'm getting scheduled... organized.
Not that this is important.
I had a few moments, when I saw someone struggling with the kind of busy schedule that I had before lavaman-- work, working out, yoga, extracurricular work, fundraising, classes-- where I was jealous of such a full life. Then I remembered, as much as the experience was worth it, how drained and cranky it made me sometimes. I remember, towards the end, feeling that I'd bitten off more than I could chew. I vowed that, after the race, I would slow down. I didn't and now my body is forcing me to as tendons swell and crunch and joints creak and remind me that I am not, spandex notwithstanding, actually a superman.
There are times to push ones limits and times to listen to one's body. Sure, everyone should bite off more than they can chew every now and again (or so I am informed by the "Most Interesting Man" Dos Equis billboard ads), but everyone should remember to take time to be kind to themselves as well.
It's time to shift focus. It's time to relax the body. It's time to exercise the mind again. I fear it's gotten out of shape.
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