It's amazing how good we get at procrastinating. People keep asking me what I am doing with all my spare time since I finished my Ironman training. I have no answer, so I've been trying to figure out why not. My conclusion? I have traded triathlon for procrastination. Is my house tidier? Is my life in order? Is my bike clean? Am I training for the half-ironman I have entered at the end of the year? Nope, nope, nope, and sadly, nope.
I never used to be much of a procrastinator, but lately I have become quite the champ. I couldn't compete in the Olympic procrastination competition because I am on procrastination steroids. And so many weapons to augment my skill have been coming my way lately:
- The pool ceiling collapsed. Can't go swimming, far too much of a hardship to swim in an outdoor pool....
- It's winter! I can't go outside! Its all frosty and cold and dark and smokey!
- I have a kindle. Glorious. Last seen double zip-locked and completely revolutionising hotpooling.
- White Cat is asleep in my lap. If I get up and disturb her she'll bite me!
- I'm lazy. Oh no wait...scratch that...I'm in denial (that's more like it!)
- I'm so busy procrastinating!
But it won't be winter forever. One day White Cat will go sleep in her specially heated fleecy pet bed. I will exhaust my kindle library. The pool will get repaired (well...may be - unless it disappears into a massive subterranean tomo). So it is time to try and rediscover my good habits. Like vacuuming. And eating vegetables.
But before I start, I am pondering this: If your body is so embarrassing, why on earth would you want to get naked and go on international television? But enough procrastinating, I'm going to get that vacuum cleaner. As soon as I dislodge this cat...
Till next time, do what makes you happy.
love
Ironmaiden
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