August 3, Day 173
- Swim Open Water 1750 yards
- Bike 1 hours: 5 minutes Z1, 5 minutes Z2, 30 minutes Z3, 5 minutes Z2, 5 minutes Z1
- Run 45 min: 5 min Z, 5 min Z2, 25 min Z3, 5 min Z2, 5 min Z1
Can’t stop you from trying though, life. Can it?
4 days down in the new position, and I can honestly say it’s the busiest I remember being in a long time. So much to do, so much going on, so many things to learn. I’ve been doing what I can to stay on top of it but I’d be lying to say I felt successful. I know, only one day at a time and you can only do so much. I’m just not very good at having so much on my plate that I can’t get to a logical stopping point at the end of the day. I’m even worse when I’m not even sure I am doing the right stuff.
I’m doing my best though. There’s something to be said for that I guess.
I can’t sleep at night, because that’s my only time to be creative. Seriously. I am keeping notes about all the great ideas I am getting between 3-5am. My mind won’t stop working then, because during the day I am just bouncing from task to task, meeting to meeting, until I run out of time. It’s ironic that they hired me partially because I am a strategic thinker, yet they won’t give me time…..to…..think.
That would be enough for most people. However, FATE apparently knows I want to be an Ironman. So it decided I could endure…..more.
On Tuesday I came out to the parking lot to find my car fender crumpled. Apparently someone hit it and didn’t bother to own up or leave a note. I just paid 1700 bucks to get the thing fixed from a different accident not even a month ago. So that was crushing.
Today I came home to the double whammy of my dog chewing through my apple MacBook Pro power cable. That’s a nice 80 dollar charge (yes, Scully is fine btw, thanks for asking in your mind). Oh, and I got a jury summons to boot. So there’s that.
Yet, here I sit and my spirits are not dampened. I wouldn’t call them high per se, but I just refuse to let it get to me today. I will endure. I am going to be an Ironman. I can handle this.
It’s funny how this thing I’ve been working so long for and haven’t achieved is what’s keeping me going. I have a calm faith in myself that I can get past this. I can get past anything. I can endure. I hope I am able to keep that faith through the race because that will make ALL the difference.
Meanwhile, say a prayer for me. Make the Karma Gods go inflict punishment on someone else. I’ve had enough. Yes, I can take it, but it doesn’t mean I should always HAVE to.