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Notice how "work" has a higher point value... |
I just complicate the issues by adding in an on-going pursuit of triathlon. There have been times in my life when everything to do with this sport clicks together with my personal life--I have wound up with friends training with me--the workouts have been enjoyable--triathlon becomes a path of life that seems to fit and fill in a part of my life that helps to achieve that balance without taking anything away.
There have also been times when nothing seems to work. I wind up plagued with injury--my friends have disbanded, so I'm training on my own--my workouts become a source of stress and anxiety instead of stress relief and a near meditative state. All of this goes on while my career does what it does, which is to go through the cycles of stress and reward that it does--as everybody's career does.
I think all of this kills me when the three major things in my life all go into a synodic intersection of a spiral of death at the same time. My career has become a source of stress again--I just had a series of workouts that kicked my ass following a series of subpar performances at Gay Games--and I did them all on my own...mainly because no one I know wants to do a four hour long brick workout if they don't have a half ironman sitting on their schedule in the very near future. Today, some of my friends headed out for drinks at the Faultline, and I decided against going because I'd lost seven pounds of bodyweight during my run this morning, and couldn't get my shit together to get my swim done in time to be able to meet them. I'm insane--I realize that...it's just possible there's a reason why this guy that I dated many years ago had friends that told him "Gay rocket scientist triathlete? Does not exist." But there are probably many of us, actually--and we're all equally insane. And frankly, I just don't understand how anyone with children does any of this--some people are simply superheroes.
But I'm not that strong--I cannot keep my shit together at a time such as this. So I just have to cope day by day. And search for a light at the end of the tunnel. Find some new people to train with, wait for the aerospace cycle of death to turn around, and hope that the climb out of this quagmire is imminent. Besides, I've got an appointment with a new therapist on Thursday. By Friday, I should be completely fixed.
Visualize puppies and rainbows.