Is it possible to experience FOMO for a season, even if you are still technically in the midst of said season?
That’s how I currently feel about summer, and its impending end.
I’m not ready.
I feel like there are still many adventures to be tackled. I don’t want the kids to go back to school. I wish the days weren’t getting shorter.
Anyway. There’s not much I can do about the changing seasons… except maybe be more diligent in planning the adventures.
Chicks in the sticks, anyone?
I’ll be participating in the 70.3 world championships this weekend. Note that I stated that I was participating, not racing. That upstream swim has made me rather nervous. I have images of swimming into a firehose, then playing catchup for the rest of the day.
But at least we have plans to check out the Grand Ole Opry!
Everyone needs goals.
I spent 10 days working in Penticton with Team Canada at the ITU Multisport World Championships
When I arrived, I didn’t know my colleagues. By day 6, my stomach hurt (in a good way) from laughing and we joked that we’d pretty much either push each other in front of a moving bus or take a bullet for each other. You know, depending on the day.
Events are funny that way.
When I was in Penticton, I had a lot of flashbacks to my first triathlon: IRONMAN Canada in 2004. I had no idea what I was doing, and little did I know then that I would end up, in a very roundabout way, turning my hobby into a career.
Life is weird, isn’t it?
It’s official: riding bikes with my kids is my favourite thing ever. I have my own biker gang, and I love watching them try things that I don’t have the guts to.
The tables have turned, and there’s no going back. It’s a good thing I can still smash them on the climbs, because Mom doesn’t “get sendy”.
The kids are home again after a long month of adventures, trips and family time. I am a loner for certain, but my world feels off axis when they aren’t here with me.
The house is sparkling clean and quiet when they are away. I get a lot done. And I kind of hate it.
They came home yesterday. It was loud, messy and chaotic.
It was perfect.