I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
Most days I am in awe of people who have successful and challenging professional careers, AND happy families AND are talented hobbyists. Doctors who have four sweet kids, who are also mountaineers, and ultrarunners and bread bakers.
I tread water most days just barely keeping my head above water doing none of those things while my children argue.
But I have to say, you might have been impressed with the sheer volume I checked off today.
Emails and coaching from 4am.
Sweeping, mopping, vacuuming and straightening before the plumber arrived to unclog the kitchen sink.
Calls and emails for trail camp.
Grumpy 3 year-old handling.
Visiting with dear out-of-town friend.
Fighting kids wrangling.
Picking Eliot up WHILE recording Becoming Ultra podcast.
Lyft to airport to Phoenix to Tucson to teach.
Into bed in the school bunk room.
Running: Zilch. I was supposed to do an hour easy. I’m sure the doctor-parent-ultrarunning-bread-bakers could have gotten that done. And I’m sure they also would have managed to take a shower.