Waiting. One of the marvellous traits of humanity is that we can learn to enjoy it. I know more than anything, training has helped me to appreciate it as the essence of life.
Every time I do a workout that challenges me, I wait. I wait until I can breathe again, I wait until my muscles regain feeling, I wait until I can stop the torture. And I know that the longer I wait, and the harder it is to wait, the better waiting is.
Training is waiting. You are never living in the body you created today. You are living in the body you created yesterday. Long ago. Someone else’s body. You will not get to reap the strength, power or endurance that you built today. No, you will wait.
I used to hate the taper before a big race. Turning off the beast mode after a chunk of hard training makes the sanest of us crazy. But now I love tapers. The wait. The calm before the storm.
Christmas time is all about waiting. We start it really early around my house and get really wound up. Every day is a count down to the big day. And is the day itself so wonderful? Not really. It’s all about the wait.
We get Christmas every year but I’m probably only going to have two babies. I find I need to remind myself that life is all about the wait, all about the journey, all about enjoying the moment. This is a time I will only have once… the only time my baby can hear my heart beat all the time, and when I can feel her every move.
There’s almost always opportunity in your life to move forward, but sometimes its all about sitting still to truly appreciate where you are.