Balance

Life is all about balance. Eat too many salty foods and you need to balance it out with water (ok…beer). Stay up too late and you need to sleep more. If you drive a big Cadillac Escalade and wear $150 jeans you are probably trying to balance out the fact that…well, you get the idea. Live near the mountains for great training and you get some funky weather…and this past weekend it snowed. It was supposed to be 50 degrees and sunny, and out the window it is all snow.
Training is tough. Training for a huge event seems to find a way to make life even tougher. I’m not complaining…more of explaining. Explaining why there are clothes on the floor, gel packages in piles and water bottles around the house like small monuments of the damned. The bed is always in a constant state of twisted sheets with The Stick defiantly ruining the comfort of down pillows and fine linens. Showers are usually at the gym with unwanted onlookers and meals are shared with a PC to update the latest yards, miles and kilometers. All in all the life is good.
Of course this life isn’t cheap. It takes gear, a coach, race fees, plane tickets and food, food and more food. It takes a lot of coin to support the road to the Ironman. So having a good job to balance the expense is important too. The best part about work/career time is that you can turn off the training and sink into another world. You know for 8-10 hours a day you can forget the taste of chlorine, staring out the top of your eyelids on the bike and the pounding of the legs on the ground. Being a dedicated athlete makes for a dedicated employee. When you are looking to bring out the best on race day the same applies to one’s work.
If you train hard you have to rest and recover just as hard. So as I awoke from my afternoon nap and went to my massage I was feeling a little guilty. Who am I to be taking naps and getting massages? Shouldn’t I be organizing the garage, washing the car or doing my taxes? Sure, I could be doing more chores instead of swimming, biking and running, but what would I look back on as I dance with the Grim Reaper at the end of my life? Would I think about the amazing days of training and racing? Or would I remember the moments wondering if my red pillow cases are going to bleed in the wash? Yeah, the guilty feelings went away pretty quick.
Find your balance!