With tremendous trepidation, I stopped coaching. I thought it would be nice to not be analyzed for awhile.
Wake up in the morning and R*U*N!!!
Or go RIDE!
Or SWIM!
On my own terms!
The first week off....I did nothing. Granted. I was tired. I've never been so tired in my life. I think all that hardcore training and mental focus 'n shit, finally caught up to me.
The second week: I swam. I started to run again and I rode.....all without a purpose. It was fun for the first two days.
Then, I got bored with it. What should I run today? How far should I ride? The novelty wore off quick.
Today, I woke up and was buzzing around the house with more energy than I've had in awhile. Mr. Tea turns to me and says, "That's it. I'm calling Liz. I can't handle you with this much energy."
Truth is. I miss this.
So, I humbly wrote Liz an email.
PLEASE TAKE ME BACK. NOW! NOW! NOW! IF YOU DON'T IMMA GET DIVORCED!
There you go.
I'm still in my off season, but I need a purpose. I'll be starting with Liz again in Sept.
Oh...and I have goals.
But now, hopefully, I'll also remain married.
