[think kit. day six.] MY COUCH // CHICAGO — I went 1,398 miles by foot, bicycle and water in 2014 (so far). At least, that’s what I entered in my training log, so it doesn’t include all the walking and cycling I did just to get around the city. Other than the time I spent at work and at home, I dedicated most of my energy toward training and racing this year.

I recorded significant improvements as an endurance athlete, and that brings me happiness.

It wasn’t all about competition, though. There’s this wonderful sense of balance I feel when hitting my stride on a long run or settling in for a fast ride on my bike. I have to focus, but I’m also letting myself relax and enjoy the smoothness of moving forward.

When I’m tired, when I’m hurting, I still marvel the potential of the human body — of my body — to change, adapt and improve. Those 1,398 were full of frustration, excitement, determination and, mostly, peace. The unlogged miles tell another story with similarly conflicting emotions, when I took too many rest days, cut workouts short, dialed down the intensity and slept in instead of watching the sun rise.

It’s OK. There will always be days I would rather have gone differently. When I reflect on the way I spent my time this year, I don’t dwell on the times I should have been doing more; I savor the moments when I felt balanced, strong and peaceful.

[think kit. dec. 6 prompt: Work, home, and _____. Where was your third place this year? Did you like it, love it, …or was it out of obligation? What feeling, sense, or vibe did you get from your third place? If someone can’t imagine the scene, give the lay of the land in words. Is there natural light? Is there a certain smell? Bring us inside.]


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