I have no idea what I mean by that but it came to me as I decided to punch out a quick blog post in the next 4 1/2 minutes. I'm not really lost. A little stressed. Actually, gut wrenching knots are building. More on that. Later. Not now. But there is a cobra lost from the Bronx zoo. I did just hear that as I cooked up my oatmeal. Lovely. Can you imagine? "Hey sweetie, come here to see this cute giraffe." Then a giant deadly cobra raises it's head and spits at little Johnny. Nice.
Total random tangent there.
Life is cruising along at warp speed. I feel good but not 100%. I'm a bit sick. To quote one of the cutest 5 year olds ever (not mine actually!!), "It feels like fiya..." That's Fire for those of you outside of Maine. Yup, my throat feels like Fiya. I'm a bit weak and icky. Other than that, life continues on. Moms don't get sick days.
I've been training hard. Knocked out almost 17 hours last week. It was fine actually. This week includes a 4 hour ride. The longest to date in 2011. It's tomorrow and I am GOING OUTSIDE!!!!! I am ignoring the fact that it was 18 when I got up today. I am ignoring the fact that there is 2inch deep sand piles all over every road. I am ignoring the fact that there are potholes the size of my youngest son. I am Completely ignoring the morning forecast that said we have a Nor'Easter coming Friday. Yes, this winter-embracing Mainah is ready to move on. Time for spring. We are STILL SKIING and yet we haven't even been able to enjoy the light jacket days of spring skiing. Sunday we were at the mountain and all but 3 lifts were on hold from wind. Crazy. I want a beach.
Today is a fun day. I get to teach a swim lesson. Swim for an hour myself. Work my tail off with my personal trainer and hopefully gain a bit more hootzpah when it comes to controlling myself around food.
Because if there's one thing I've grown to learn about myself, I can be ridiculously motivated and disciplined about almost everything. Except food. I will alwasy find a reason for it to be OK and actually, in my best interest, to eat more of whatever I made for lunch. Or the peanut butter. Or, the chocolate whatever every night. sigh....
My Guy buddies in this sport are locked in to their daily caloric intake and need and nothing seems to tempt them. WHat is it about men and food?
Maybe it's just me.
Time to drive boys to school.