This morning, I hit the pool for my final swim before Boston. It was 2000 yards of paddling about and kicking, and it felt like not much of anything. It has been a really weird week in that I haven't really slept well or been very hungry. For instance, twice this week, I have skipped lunch without realizing it. I just didn't notice.
Now, normally, my day is a constant graze. I am constantly chewing on something or preparing something to eat or opening the refrigerator and wishing that something amazing to eat would just materialize in front of me. It is actually rather freeing to not have the constant food thing going on, though I do like to eat, and I rather miss my trail mix love affair that has really just stalled out this week.
Also, I haven't slept well. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but I am weirdly well-rested in the morning despite the sleep. Hmmmm, Interesting. Not only do I have more time because I am not swimming and running as much, I have more time because I am not always fixing something to eat or eating or sleeping.
On that note, I have not really been more productive. I haven't knitted up a storm like I thought I would or written my novel or planted a vegetable garden, which takes me back to an old suspicion that I have about myself: The more I have to do, the more I get done.
Pic is of my siblings and I on Easter!!
1 comment:
I think your sleep thing is about peaking mentally and physically. Your dreams might be peaking I would guess. Have fun in Boston
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