This morning wasn’t the first and it won’t be the last failed attempt for training that becomes out of my control. As I sit here still in my bike shorts, writing out what happened seems to take away some of the frustration as I try to keep the right perspective.
6am Christmas morning, I drag myself out of my cozy bed and pull on my bike shorts and enough clothes to keep me comfortable in my 47 degree garage. I force down a rice cake with almond butter and a banana, fill a water bottle, pull on my boots, and head to the garage for a 6:30-8am ride on the trainer. Layla normally sleeps till 8, and I can still make Christmas breakfast before hubby Nelson catches a few powder turns up on the Big Mountain. No sooner do I start to warm up, and start working out the achy kinks from my already sore muscles, that I get a text from Nelson, who I might add is going into night shift Christmas night, saying that Layla had woke and was crying. My hart sank…. she must have heard me.
After a quick text back, the next thing that I knew, my phone fell from the shelf face-down onto the concrete floor. I stop, yep….. shattered. Well, since I was already off my trainer and distracted, I decided that I had better go check on Layla too. A diaper change and bottle later, she is back in bed and quietly falling back asleep. Now should I go back to my trainer for 30 minutes, or just throw in the towel and make coffee. I decided to make coffee.
My first natural response, is frustration as I question why I even try sometimes. But it is Christmas after all, and I don’t want my training to mentally ruin my day. This is just one day that my effort didn’t return a good workout. I still have the opportunity to go pull Layla around the golf course on skate skis later, so I’ll just have to make it count then.
Broken phone and feeling groggy from an early alarm, I still have so much to be thankful for. Today I am so thankful to celebrate the birth of my Savior with loved ones. Because of this, I know that my dad resides in Heaven, and as much as he is missed this Christmas, I will get to spend eternity with him.
So, with that I wish you the Merriest of Christmases and the Happiest of New Years!