I always thought that juggling parenthood and work was hard, that was until I found out that juggling parenthood and training was harder still. When I was at work if one of my children were sick I would just call up work and the have the day off and not feel too bad about it. Sure I hated leaving my colleagues short staffed but I didn't have that intense guilt or heartache that missing training gives me.
When I miss a day training I am constantly thinking 'what a waste of a day" but then I feel guilty thinking that way too when one of my kids are sick. Sometimes I wish I could split myself in two when needed and have the "Stay at home Barbie" for just these sort of days when a child is sick and then send my alter ego "Triathlete Barbie" out on her merry way to galavant around the countryside.
I was hoping that yesterday I was going to get a 40km bike ride in but that wasn't the case as 10km into the ride the inevitable ring of the phone followed by "hello, this is the school nurse, your son is sick, he needs to go home" put an end to that. Poor guy, when I got to school he was just lying flat out on the bed and just looked so tired. It's amazing how even at almost 15yrs of age and my height, I still manage to see him as a little helpless thing when he is sick. So, I took Mr K to the docs and then home.
Looking back on the short ride I still managed to maintain a fairly good speed throughout. I averaged about 27kph and felt strong in the legs. And I practiced constant gear changing going around corners so I could pull out of the corner strongly. I have since realised it feels much like driving a car. And because I drive a manual I should have thought of this ages ago - duh!
So today will be designated as a 3km run but nice and close around home should my son need me and hopefully this time I will not have to tackle Miss Queen B and her entourage. I am also going to try and practice my transitioning. Should put a smile on my son's face for a while.
When I miss a day training I am constantly thinking 'what a waste of a day" but then I feel guilty thinking that way too when one of my kids are sick. Sometimes I wish I could split myself in two when needed and have the "Stay at home Barbie" for just these sort of days when a child is sick and then send my alter ego "Triathlete Barbie" out on her merry way to galavant around the countryside.
I was hoping that yesterday I was going to get a 40km bike ride in but that wasn't the case as 10km into the ride the inevitable ring of the phone followed by "hello, this is the school nurse, your son is sick, he needs to go home" put an end to that. Poor guy, when I got to school he was just lying flat out on the bed and just looked so tired. It's amazing how even at almost 15yrs of age and my height, I still manage to see him as a little helpless thing when he is sick. So, I took Mr K to the docs and then home.
Looking back on the short ride I still managed to maintain a fairly good speed throughout. I averaged about 27kph and felt strong in the legs. And I practiced constant gear changing going around corners so I could pull out of the corner strongly. I have since realised it feels much like driving a car. And because I drive a manual I should have thought of this ages ago - duh!
So today will be designated as a 3km run but nice and close around home should my son need me and hopefully this time I will not have to tackle Miss Queen B and her entourage. I am also going to try and practice my transitioning. Should put a smile on my son's face for a while.
