I just missed an entire week of physical training. Not because I was lazy or undisciplined. I missed out on training because my entire family — my wife, my son, and my daughter — came down with a pernicious stomach flu, and I needed to provide some direct support on the homefront.
While I somehow miraculously avoided infection and illness, I've spent the last few days cooking, sanitizing, running errands, and doing laundry. And I've had way more than my fair share of cleaning up icky messes morning, noon, and night for four straight days. And I've gotten very little sleep.
I've been feeling frustrated and beside myself because I couldn't focus on my training, because I couldn't keep up with the wonderful and intoxicating momentum that comes when one's New Year's fitness resolutions really get off on the right foot. (I was really kicking butt!) I tend to turn into a very cranky monster when I don't work out consistently… or maybe it's when I just don't get to have my way.
Me, me, me.
I'm just being selfish. Dreadfully so. I know that life is just like this sometimes, and I know that being there for my family when I'm needed should — no, MUST — trump EVERYTHING else. And spending time with family during the icky times — getting to provide comfort, compassion, and snuggling when it's needed — is far, far better than not spending time with them at all.
It's all about perspective. My situation reminds me of the story of the kid who was excited about having to shovel a giant pile of manure, because it meant that there just had to be a pony in there somewhere. So even though I've been covered with vomit on more than one occasion this week, I'm counting my blessings.
Training can wait.
While I somehow miraculously avoided infection and illness, I've spent the last few days cooking, sanitizing, running errands, and doing laundry. And I've had way more than my fair share of cleaning up icky messes morning, noon, and night for four straight days. And I've gotten very little sleep.
I've been feeling frustrated and beside myself because I couldn't focus on my training, because I couldn't keep up with the wonderful and intoxicating momentum that comes when one's New Year's fitness resolutions really get off on the right foot. (I was really kicking butt!) I tend to turn into a very cranky monster when I don't work out consistently… or maybe it's when I just don't get to have my way.
Me, me, me.
I'm just being selfish. Dreadfully so. I know that life is just like this sometimes, and I know that being there for my family when I'm needed should — no, MUST — trump EVERYTHING else. And spending time with family during the icky times — getting to provide comfort, compassion, and snuggling when it's needed — is far, far better than not spending time with them at all.
It's all about perspective. My situation reminds me of the story of the kid who was excited about having to shovel a giant pile of manure, because it meant that there just had to be a pony in there somewhere. So even though I've been covered with vomit on more than one occasion this week, I'm counting my blessings.
Training can wait.
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You might relate a little to this blog post:
http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2009/10/30/good_mothers.html
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