I've always enjoyed being around me. Ya know what I mean? Seriously... I'm pretty good company. I was thinking back on my Ironman training earlier this year. I can honestly say that I trained with others less-than 3 times. Seriously. That's kinda odd isn't it? I mean really... that's a LOT of hours to be by yourself. Towards the end... I was logging roughly 20 hours/week... completely solo. I've always seen this as a blessing. To be comfortable with one's self is a gift... isn't it?
Well? Maybe not. Maybe I'm completely full of shit. Here's the thing: While I may actually be comfortable being alone with my own thoughts, fears, demons, and joys... I also might only be THAT comfortable with all of them b/c I KNOW... beyond a doubt... that I have someone to come home to and share my experiences with. Maybe being comfortable while alone... is simply a function of having, (or needing), someone to share those thoughts and experiences with.
Huh. Interesting right?
Just a thought.
Hope you're all happy, healthy, and whole. Thanks for taking the time to read.
Breathe...
p.s. High FIVE!
2 comments:
I was the same way with my IM training. I don't know it if was so much a function of wanting to be alone as much as the sheer impossibility of coordinating long rides and runs on varying days of the week with other working-class brethren. Who train at the same pace.
Word Verification: haging: from the British word, but when the partner is ugly....
high five back at ya!
i like this... great thought. may be that's why i am so comfortable training alone all the time... i have some rad to come home to!
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