Balancing life is haaaaaaard

If you saw me race tonight, I totally sucked. Thanks for being a sport and cheering for me. This was the first anything that I've done in 3 weeks and the humiliation was only amplified by being awarded 4th place for the pre-season races in their little award show at the beginning of the night. Really! I used to be kinda good! Ok I did come out of the races with 2 Positives: helped Jane win a prime and held off Tamara for my own prime until that wiley Amara dove down over us to nip it from me. I'll keep my eye on that one.

But tonight my legs were mushy appendages of overcooked asparagus. I've lost all my power and felt like that 90" gear I owned so well in May was more like 190". At one anoxic point in the first race I literally looked down to see if a brake was rubbing on my rim. D'oh! Couldn't use that excuse.

I don't know how racers balance everything in their lives. Some are lucky and only have to focus on eating and training. Others even have kids. Throw in a job that takes you away and health issues and everything else that ticks off the minutes of the day and you're living your own Amazing Race from dawn til dusk (and after). I guess it's just one day at a time and do that best you can. It sucks that you can be so close to achieving that sense of balance and the universe aligns to make everything perfect, but then inevitable chaos intervenes shortly there after to humble your ass. Balance. Somehow. Some way. Some times.