While I love the adventure and summer travel, I love being home. It’s been seven days since we got back for good. It’s been wonderful to sleep in my own bed, and get back to the early hours of my day. There is just something about watching the sunrise from my back deck over a good cup of pour-over dark roast, dog at my feet, with the air feeling a touch more crisp.
I have two weeks left in my summer vacation, and things are beginning to ramp up. I accepted a faculty position at a college 5 miles from my home, and I will be teaching content in their nursing program that is relatively new to me (as far as teaching goes). I am going to be teaching Psychiatric / Mental Health Nursing, which is intriguing to me. I used to say that as a Pediatric Emergency Nurse, that I was not a psych nurse. But you can’t separate the two. If someone has a cast on their arm you know they have an injury. Those who suffer from depression, bipolar, etc., there is no cast. There is great stigma and judgment. We care for these patients on the medical side and tend to ignore their psychological needs.
This year I get to begin contributing to changing that. It gives me great purpose. In my life I feel the need to have purpose in everything I do, so it’s felt like a perfect fit. I am excited about this next chapter and so grateful to the colleagues and students I am leaving. They truly were the ones who prepared me for this next step.
With this change, I have added about 2 hours back into my day, and my new schedule is amazing. On paper, it appears as less time at work, but in the world of teaching, there is a great amount of behind the scenes work. Kind of like coaching.
I have loved being an athlete again and as I move into this new role there is room for it. As I travel towards this Ironman I want the journey to be more meaningful than just checking boxes for swim bike and run. That’s how I have always been, although I have allowed myself to be talked into diluting that in the past.
My journey is more than about heart rate and wattages and selfies on Instagram. There will come moments that I remember forever. Once I passed out in a Victoria’s Secret dressing room after bonking post long run. Another year we rode 200 miles somewhere in Ohio and swore we were being followed by a tornado, forcing us to come up with our Tornado escape plan (there were no tornados). Or the time I told Bill that the canal is higher when it’s full. The time I picked up Peele on his long ride after he literally shat himself.
Those are the experiences I cherish so much when chasing Iron. They don’t always have to happen chasing it but it just so happens that anyone and everyone around here is signed up for 2018. It is going to be a lot of party and a little bit of race. That….. that’s what I love to experience.
I was wondering how I would feel a few weeks removed from signing up. I have done Ironman enough times to know when the time is right to take it on again. Apparently I also know when it’s time to retire and when it’s time to never say never.
You see, it’s easy to sign up. Anyone can do that. Many do. But these things are not built in June. They are built at dark o’clock on a wintry weekday in the deep of winter. When the wind is howling and you are grinding away on your trainer. That’s when it happens.
The feeling hasn’t worn off. In fact it’s led to dreaming, and that is freaking exciting. We are already planning long ride adventures, meet ups for long runs. We are plotting how we will incorporate skiing and avoid passing out in lingerie stores again.
There are a lot of new people on this journey and that’s the part I am most excited about. I want to share the experiences, share the miles, share the stories. A year from now I want a new year filled with “Remember that time we…….”
This feels right. That’s how I know it’s time to do this all over again. I have a lot of new things coming up that will help me avoid the alluring trap of thinking of nothing but this race. I have new content to master, a new school to learn, new everything.
My style of capturing all of this isn’t a selfie on Instagram, it’s here (if your IG is your way, GO WITH IT!!!!). It’s long form so I can go back and read these adventures the weeks before we toe that starting line. Writing is my thing and old school or not, it’s my passion and my way of savoring and sharing.
Being home has me again feeling grounded, and ready to begin creating these experiences. I hope you will come along!