Balance can be a tricky thing. In yoga, lose sight of your drishti and a wobble can sneak into tree pose. In cycling, lose your balance, and bam!, road rash (ask Nick, he crashed last Sunday going 30mph… serious road rash aside, he’s ok, thank goodness).
And, in life… well, is there any balance?
There certainly hasn’t been much during ironman training. No one said all this swimbikerunning would be easy, but I certainly didn’t expect normal life – you know, dinner at 7p, wine on Wednesday, lingering Sunday brunch, seeing friends – to all but disappear.
Some days I feel like I’m in the movie Groundhog Day. Alarm at 5a… double shot espresso… morning swimbikerun… eat… shower… work… eat… work… eat… afternoon swimbikerun… eat… collapse into bed… sleep… alarm at 5a… double shot espresso…morning swimbikerun… repeat…
That said, I think balance – ironman training or not – is all relative. For me, right now, 30 days out from #IMCanada, balance is this:
- Seven-hour Sundays of swimbikerun love
- Quality time with Nick (two years ago TODAY we met at a stoplight on our bicycles!)
- Quality time with my sister and niece (auntiehood is the BEST!)
- Good real food, even if it means a trip to the co-op at 8:30p and eating dinner at 9:45p
- Finding some #joblove
- Time to recharge at the end of a long day, mindlessly watching the Bachelorette or reading The Gifts of Imperfection (yes, quite a contrast there… balance, right?!)
And, those other things… vacuuming the wood floors, painting the vintage sofa table glossy turquoise, changing the oil in my car, weeding through stacks of unread books, making curtains for the office, a Sephora run for eyebrow pencils and NARS liquid eyeliner, a PO run to mail my Garmin rebate, coffee catch-ups with my non-triathlete friends… yeah, those things. They’ll get done in due time (well, except for the eyebrow pencils; those are absolutely necessary…!).
And, in September, when all this ironman craziness is done (for now anyway), my scale will adjust, priorities will shift, and once again the wood floors with be spotless, I will find a lot of space on my yoga mat, and I just may have time to bust out the sewing machine to create a few projects.
Ebb and flow… try and let go… find your balance…
I don’t know enough
about balance to tell you
how to do it
i think, though,
it’s in the trying
and the letting go
that the scales measuring
right and wrong – quiver
and stand still
Saint Paul sidewalk poetry… this gem found on Lexington near West 7th.