24 HOURS

time...

the last track of led zeppelin's album "presence" is a sultry blues number that begs the question "how come 24hours somtimes seems to slip into days?". great song. so, where does 24 hours go in the life of a triathlete?
how do my hours slip into days? why am I singing the blues???? again???

05:30: wake up, ninja/stealth breakfast so as not to wake the wife and baby.
06:00 drive to the pool
06:30 swim 2700 meters
07:30 drive back home, the sun is up, listen to slayer in the car "world painted blood; no sanctuary", feel awkward like i am too old for that kind of  thing, but what the hell, switch to metallica. "obey your master"
07:50: shovel the snow (yes...snow...20 cm of it, in spring)
08:00: back in the house. stealth on some stale bike shorts and onto the trainer for a ride (gross)
09:00 work
12:45 eat in the car between offices (or else swim at lunch)
13:00-18:00 ENDLESS WORK ( or else sneak out for a mid-week lactate threshold workout)
18:00-30: errand on way home (drug store, hardware, grocery, gas, whatever)
18:30-19:30: play with baby, bathe baby, change baby, cook dinner, try to find time to change clothes, maybe even take a dump (if at all: learning to dump on demand)
19:30: eat
19:30-20:00 this is my quality time with my wife (assuming the baby fell asleep ok)
20:00 american idol/ trigger point roller on the coach, massage wife's neck (still multi-tasking); get ready for bed during commercials to save time. so, more up and down. i have sat still for maybe 5 minutes.
21:30 or 22:00  get ready for bed, dump, hopefully, and sleep in post dumping bliss.


of course their are variations like mondays: wake up, change baby, long run, make lunch, work, walk home, make dinner, bathe baby, off to night master's swim class, home at 9:30 and fight off post exercise insomnia and then bed.
or sundays: wake up, baby care, long brick, birthday party, shopping in the mall, home, cook dinner, bathe baby, eat, go to bed.

or else, on call overnight, so more work, sometimes even 50-60 hours of it in a week. run from work, shower in on call room, back to work, swim at lunch, work some more, go home, cook. etc.

but, generally, you get the picture.

if you played the video you no doubt heard robert plant groan " a minute seems like a lifetime, baby, when i feel this way"

i have the opposite problem. " a lifetime seems like a minute, when i live this way".

hence, i don't listen to led zeppelin too much these days. too slow. gimme some thrash.

there are 168 hours in a week.

i sometimes spend 50 hours working. 50 hours sleeping. more than half of my waking hours working.

if i sleep 8 hours per night (ya, right); then once my real ironman training kicks in, i will spend the equivalent of one full waking day per week training. it is already pretty close.

conclusion:

a)i should stop being a wimp.
b)24 hours is not enough
c)no-one really needs more than 4 hours of sleep.
d)all of the above


p.s.
tea for one really is a great song. and it speaks of a time when one could indulge 12 minute tracks whilst doing nothing on the couch. a time when a guitar solo lasted a full minute.
so, if you clicked, and you have more time than i do, give it a listen. you won't be sorry