Time Warp

Supposedly, all seconds are equal. The clock ticks mercilessly by at the same pace all the time. Supposedly. But I don't believe it. I don't experience time that way.

I closed my eyes and then opened them again, and it was Monday morning. And then time ticked . . . slowly . . . by . . . and I swam . . . lap . . . upon . . . . laa-a-a-a-a-a-p.

And I closed my eyes, and then immediately opened them again, and it was Tuesday morning. And then time ticked . . . slooooooooowly . . . by . . . and . . . I worked . . . . in . . . . the . . . o-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fice. . . . .

And then I closed my eyes again, and immediately opened them and it was Wednesday morning, but I did not know what day it was or what I was supposed to do for several minutes.

And I worked.

And I worked out.

And time . . . ticked . . . by.

And then I blinked and it was Thursday morning. And Thursday crawled by with work and working out.

And then I only half blinked and it was Friday morning. And I'm starting to feel a little bit like Groundhog Day. Working. Working out.

The grind of the job is getting to me, and the recess of my Ironman training is in danger of becoming part of the grind instead of part of the recess. I know exactly why, and it has nothing to do with volume or lack of desire. Sure, Coach Kris has been challenging me, especially in the pool and on the bike, but it's no defect in the training schedule that is giving me the blahs.

If I were a kid, I'd say I need some spring break right about now. I love training. That said, I've been training too much by myself. I need to get myself back to a masters workout or a group ride or long run. And I don't really like racing. But that said, It's been about long enough since the marathon. It's time for an event of some kind to knock off the cobwebs and put this fitness to some real use.

Thankfully, it's just about that time. Tomorrow is a group ride with the Greatest Tri-Club on the Planet down at Galveston on the course for the Lone Star Triathlon--my first tri of this season. And in a couple of weeks, it will be time for the MS150, in which my Iron Posse will be riding plumb past the day one break point and staying at the Lost Pines Resort in Bastrop where we will be pampered and met by a Surprise Celebrity.

So, it's time to stay focused, hang on just a little bit longer, and then start withdrawing some of the deposits I've been making in the fitness bank.