I’ve spent almost as much time training this week as I have spent one-on-one with my kid. Between an absolutely insane work schedule and the shortening days/earlier darkness, there were several times this week I had to choose between time with the baby, who just started day care and is having a tough transition and seems to need mama/papa time more than ever, and spending time on the bike, which I need to get ready for this tri. I choose the bike pretty much every time and thought about the kid almost the whole time I was riding. Sigh.

I have about a week and a half of really hard and time consuming training sessions (2 hour bike ride tomorrow, I just added a gel seat cover to hopefully help the lady parts situation) and I know I am going to have to give up time with the baby to get it all done. I 100% believe self-care is essential to being a good mom and wife, but man do I miss that kid (and the husband too).

I’ve heard that my age group (30-34) is one of the weaker ones for most masters sports and I’m sure it is because these are the prime child bearing and rearing years. It is hard to take that time for yourself when a little person so clearly wants you around but I don’t want to wait until he is older to take better care of myself. I don’t think that is healthy for me or for him.

I think I am going to use the next bit of extra money (oh please oh please let there be extra someday, stupid broken economy and housing market. On a related note, anyone interested in a lovely home in Arizona? Anyone?) to buy a bike seat and helmet for the little monkey so I can take him on some easier rides with me.

How can I resist spending more time with this face?

The loves of my life

The loves of my life


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