My life at the moment can only be summed up as a juggling act. AND I have an overwhelming underlying knowledge that this is not going to get ANY easier over the next 2 years.
A lady at my work the other day said to me... "You either use your teenage daughter a lot, or you are incredibly organised". I like to think that I am super organised, as my intention when Georja turned 14yrs old was to utilize her with the kids now and then but only as a last resort. I intended to juggle myself between Greg's working hours as much as possible. Georja is a teenager and needs to stay a teenager - I certainly do not want her slipping into the role of parent in her own parents absence. She is simply a big sister looking after her little brothers while mum and dad 'pop out' for an hour or so. In saying that, she has been super awesome lately for filling in those early morning spots where Greg is out the door before 6 to work, followed closely by myself to train.
Greg has had a huge month work wise and this means long days at work. I have increased the hours that I am working also. This week alone I have worked 20hr week and it is only Thursday. This may not seem much but when you are used to working 10hr a week - it is a rather HUGE increase. This hasn't helped the training schedule much or the housework. But I have managed to stick to my training everyday and had to learn that the housework can wait. I'm rather pleased that I have kept my training up as it would have been far easier to give it a miss.
The juggling and training is definitely paying off though. I completed the RATS Winter Duathlon short course on Sunday in a really good time and really enjoyed it. I was pleasantly surprised how good I felt the whole way around the 3km run, 8km mountain bike, 1.5km run and was only 3 minutes behind my training buddy Lee-Anne (which she kindly text to tell me tonight - I told her to watch her back!). We pondered the fact that crossing the finish line of Ironman 2014 together would be so cool. Deep down I know she is going to kick my butt, but what I also know is that although she would have just completed that incredible feat - she will still be there waiting for me at the finish line. And if by some freak of nature I am in the lead, I certainly know that I would be there to celebrate with her as she crossed the line. The other night I couldn't run with her due to it just not working out with the kids not wanting me to go. Once I had sorted the kids out, I hopped on my bike to ride the last 2 km of her practice run home with her. Ironic really when for 5 years we have passed each other in the street almost every day with not so much as a wave!!
Actually speaking of irony - I have to share this funny anecdote from today. I squeezed in a quick run today in between finishing work and having to be 20mins across town for an appointment (juggle juggle). The run was horrible, just one of those ones that suck from the moment you leave the house, until the moment you return. I never really got into a comfortable plod, more like a hippo galloping along in mud. Anyway, I finally reached 'Perkins corner' and headed on the home straight. Lee-Anne and I have imagined up a finishing chute for our runs and as I slopped my way along the road towards the chute, I started to pick up my pace, all the while visualizing myself running up that final chute in the pitch black, close to midnight to become an Ironman. For a brief moment I lost sight of the suck and actually felt ok. Then out in front of me - up the finishing chute shot Richard (Lee-Anne's cat) closely followed by Mako (our cat) and I laughed to myself thinking - IRONIC MUCH.... even Lee-Anne's cat is in the front of the 'Kidd cat' on a run!!
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