I’m going to make light of this, because it’s the only way I can come to terms with it. I’m disappointed. Very disappointed.
So, last year I decided that it was about time I buckled down and got serious about this sport. A new bike, a new coach, a new attitude, and a lot of great races on the horizon. Soon I added a nutritionist and an ART therapist, piles of gear, and lots of traveling.
And it was a good. I was happy and wise. But somehow not so wealthy.
Seems that when you spend all of your free money on training and racing, there’s no money fairy that replaces it in your wedding savings fund or the ‘I’ve gotta move out of this dang neighborhood’ bank account.
Like, seriously....where is the freaking fairy?
We talked about our wedding. And our mortgage. My student loans and his outstanding obligations. We talked about needing to move before making babies (thankyouverymuch) and how much house we could afford. And when we could afford that.
And it was scary and a reality check for me. You see, all Mighty M needs for entertainment is an Xbox and zombie movies. Seriously. I wouldn’t joke about this.
Me? I’ve picked up a habit that’s a wee bit more pricey. And it’s not totally fair, you know.
And every husband or wife out there reading this probably remembers the moment the “me” became the “we.”
Well, we just had a moment.
So, I decided to pare down. EVERYTHING. And it was hard. Being responsible sucks monkey balls.
Of course, the Elf understood when I explained it all to her, and was more gracious than anyone I know. A consummate pro, in more ways than one. And you’ll see my race schedule has DRASTICALLY changed on the sidebar. I’ve pared it down to just some local races that I want to keep so I stay motivated and in shape, but won’t break the bank. I’m going to skip the rest of the halves this year and, instead, continue to build my own fitness with lots of cross training.
And maybe I’ll start needlepointing again.
Cause I have no idea what I’m going to do with all of this free time.
I’m sad, but I know it’s the right decision. I’m part of something bigger than just my own wants and needs, now. And for that, I’m very lucky. So it’s time for a little sabbatical from my favorite hobby so, one day, Mighty M can carry me across the threshold of our brand new house and we can start making the “we” the “three.”
And that is worth it.