This Post is a Race.
Late start at work today means I got to sleep in to the incredibly late hour of 7:30 am. I’ve been trying to write at home, but to no avail. I’ve finally left my messy desk behind and retreated to the coffee shop with the hope of getting some writing done. There is a small problem though. My ancient IBM T40 has about 30 minutes of battery life and there are only two outlets in this place. People are sitting at both of the tables that access them. So this post is a race, a race against my rapidly diminishing battery.
Read my last post? Yeah sorry about that. Things have stalled, I’m not doing the work I need to be doing and I’m maybe a bit burned out. I wrote few weeks back that I took four days off. That those four days were the longest I’d taken off since I got frost bite. I’m now paying the price.
When I switched to cycling I was anxious to start training. Figuring I’d have a lot of ground to make up. That was true, but I floated in a nether region of training for so long that I didn’t realize I was just putting on junk miles. Now I’m a little burned out and life off the bike has been dishing out it fair amount of stress.
This makes it even easier to slip into the dangerous territory of hoping, wishing, and daydreaming about “the way things used to be”. This is a dangerous trap because it allows one (if they are so inclined) to believe they’re doing something (“Hey, I’ve got dreams”), when they are really just standing still and doing nothing.
Perhaps I shouldn’t be using “They”. So if you’re reading this substitute “They” for Bob, or the more convenient ”I”. This is a trap I find myself in a lot. That’s sad, but acknowledging my short comings has a funny way of motivating me.
Just a little bit of life left, and so much more to write.