You know those days when you're up at 5 a.m. to do a triathlon, and then, as soon as you get home, you only have a few minutes to grab a bite before going outside to push dirt around for five hours? Yeah, it was one of those days.
But it was a successful day on both counts.
I was happy with my race performance. I knew I wouldn't be as fast as I was the last time I did this race (two years ago), so it was fine that it was on a new, tougher course this year (so I could blame my slowness on the course). While my time was indeed slower, I wasn't as much slower as I had expected, despite a bit of a beating on the swim and even though my legs were already exhausted from yesterday's yard work. It was pretty chilly this morning, and as we waited to get started, I wondered why I was there. With so much to do at home, and since I knew I wasn't going to set any records, I wished I hadn't signed up...but once the swimming, cycling, and running got underway, I was reminded why I keep doing it. (And where else do I get to eat cookies, breakfast tacos, and ice cream at 9:30 a.m?)
Back at home after the race, I grabbed a quick bite before Steve and I headed out to work, and by the end of the afternoon, we had finished everything we needed to do with the bobcat.
Soil/compost spread? Check.
Gravel moved to the back corner and side of the house? Check.
Boulders placed roughly where they are going to go in the front and back? Check.
I can't believe the weekend is already over, but I certainly can't feel like we wasted it away.