Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing?
In 2013 I raced 41 times. For the record...THAT'S WAY TOO MANY TIMES. I'm still not sure what the right # of times is, but it's definitely south of 41. Admittedly I figured this out about 3/4 of the way through the year, but I was at that point where I had already shoved the last bite in my mouth and I was too embarrassed to spit it out.
Finally I conceded and my last 6 weeks resembled more of a weekend warrior's lifestyle than a serious cyclist's. I trained only when I wanted to. I still had a bit of structure but I allowed myself the freedom to "just be." I ate a thousand cookies and I spent some amazing time with family and friends. I laughed, loved, cheered, and cried. Eventually I got on my fat bike and fell in love with winter all over again.
|Photo Credit: David Gabrys 45NRTH|
|Photo Credit: Heide Tupy|
|Because every kid should have a cat piano!!!|
Then we flew out to California to celebrate the life of Tom's Aunt Sally who passed away suddenly. She was an amazingly strong, loving and generous woman. As we connected with family we hadn't seen in 5-7 years I couldn't help but think this was part of God's plan. Last weekend was one of the most authentic weekends that I can remember. Life is fragile and family matters.
We returned home in time to ring in the new year with really great friends. As I write this post with a bit of a headache from wanting more champagne....I realize my resolution for next year is pretty obvious.
2014 will be the year that "less is more."