Sometimes I wish I could be like my boyfriend who really could give less of a crap about schedules, appointments and time in general. But unfortunately I'm the type of person who is constantly thinking about what I have to do next. It's a bit of a curse. Or maybe it's a mental disability. I spend so much time thinking about my schedule that even the fun things on my schedule, like spending time with friends, seem like work.
I admittedly have a fairly light schedule compared to my friends with kids. Things that fill my time include my Lawrence Trail Hawks presidential duties (writing e-mails, organizing activities, leading runs, volunteering), training for the Leadville Trail 100, cooking, and cleaning for house showings. My least favorite of all these activities is of course the cleaning. We rent our house and the owner wants to sell it, so we pretty much get nothing out of this deal. We spend a lot of time cleaning and Nick spends a lot of time leaving work to pick up the dogs, so the owner of the house can make some money. The realtor actually asked us to move all of our shoes and jackets out of the entry way, which was a serious undertaking. See below.
When not forced to, we usually clean our house on the following schedule: before a party, and a few days after the party when we get tired of stepping in sticky margarita residue. I know. You'd probably mistake our place for an episode of hoarders. Hoarders that collect stinky running socks in the living room.
Oh and I forgot to mention that we have a puppy who acts like a total s*** if we a) leave him alone too long or b) he doesn't get enough exercise but c) he can't run more than about 10 miles at a time. It makes our weekend long runs a little challenging. Anyway, as a results of the picture below, in addition to stuff like breaking a window, eating a mac power cord, eating a remote, eating the blinds, eating the couch cushion etc, we have no other choice but to crate him during the day.
But enough about how we're slobs! On a typical day, I get up at 5, head out for my 45 minute commute to work, leave work around 3...which you think would leave me plenty of time to chillax, but no. After I leave work I either head to a session with my personal trainer or go running. Or clean. Grrrr. It's usually about 8 when I get home at which point I spend about an hour preparing dinner or cleaning. Then I eat and it's 9 or 9:30 and I go to bed. WTF? Can't a girl sit down and read a book? If I were less of a baby, I could stay up later and survive on 6 or 7 hours of sleep. But I am definitely a baby.
Weekends typically involve long runs, trail maintenance, racing, volunteering at races, leading runs or a combination of those things. I like all of those things, but they're all SCHEDULED events and apparently I have an aversion to those things right now. What I'm saying is, it's really nice to have an evening or a weekend without any plans every once in a while. Wouldn't it be fabulous if I could sit around and read for 6 hours? Or maybe this pointless babble just means I need a vacation.