God reveals himself in mysterious ways.

As I now have undertaken my duties and obligations at this new office, I have largely constructed a training schedule around it. It dictates that I take a rest day as needed, but never longer than 10 days without a rest day. It constitutes a firm monitoring of my sleep, my cumulative training hours, but not so much my diet. It is detailed by a 5:30AM workout, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and then a 6:30PM workout on the same day.
On Tuesdays and Thursdays, I usually sleep in, and then train one, medium distance workout in the evening. The weekends are largely for over-distance projects, or the endearing qualities of a brick.

A problem has arisen.

I have found that my sleep is not adequate for the training I am putting in. I am training, on average 90-150 minutes per day. I am going to bed between 10 and 10:30AM, and on 3 days a week, getting up at 5:30AM. The training, compounded by a long work day (nearly always over 8 hours) leaves me with little downtime, and rest. In college, I would schedule my training around the sporadic class demands that is academia, hoping to catch the most number of hours of sleep I could. I concluded that 10 hours is ideal, but here in the city its not possible. So I’m surviving on seven hours. It is not enough.


Those beloved Tuesday and Thursday mornings, when I do sleep in until 6:30ish, present an array of fascinating displays, manifest in my endurance fellows. Driving to the train, I witnessed two cyclists, clearly of the same affiliation, drafting. Two runners, one of whom had already stripped an outer lay of clothing, displaying her tenure on the roads this morning. And to ice the proverbial endurance cake, a moving truck, under the company title of “Road Runner Moving”. Witness my insanity.

This morning was a pole away from Tuesday. Whereby, on Tuesday I just utterly failed to produce. Don’t think, just do. I did, yesterday. This morning, my mind, spirit, and body were unanimously declaring, “Rest me”. So I slept in for another hour, and witnessed the divine teases, only we can observe.

Whenever the blissful notions, and ideals of ignorance, are exercised, the principles of integrity are consequently sacrificed.

I move, to mitigate the latter.