Summer footnotes

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?

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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.

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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.

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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?

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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”.

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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.