Made it through another year. I've been conspicuously absent the past few weeks. I've been going through the writer equivalent of an Ultraman. A friend recently reminded me that James Patterson is the only writer who writes a book in a few weeks – and he has a team of researchers. I didn't have a team. I had/have a client with a very aggressive deadline. It was the off-season and 623 needs a new bike, so I went for it. I didn't expect to be working from 7:00 a.m. - 10:37 p.m. seven days a week. That was pretty much my schedule lately. For some reason, 10:37 p.m was the magic time when I gave up each night. That was my WALL. Between October 19 and December 24th, I had one day off. I missed all of my Master's swimming, pilates, weight workouts, and meditation classes. I missed Christmas parties, parades, and shopping. I had a couple of token bike trainer workouts. And I ran on the beach (a stone's throw from my little apartment) 3-4 x a week. I worked the day after Christmas and the morning after that while visiting with Todd's folks. On the ride home from Nevada, I received a blissful text, "The client has postponed the deadline. Happy New Year!" Happy New Year indeed.
I've devoted that past few days to trying to return to some semblance of myself. Cleaning my place, especially papers strewn all over my desk and the floor. Though I'm less uptight, I still feel tight all over. Something about sitting at a desk that many hours, that many days in a row has taken a toll. I need remedial pilates. I need to stretch out in the pool. I need to spin my legs. I need to relax. The best part of my weekend? Not thinking about that project. And taking time to think about the season ahead – and training for it, too.