Quick recap: I have a plan to raise $10,000 for some awesome organizations by Sept. 22, 2013. And squeeze in some training for Ironman Lake Tahoe (and other events).
Ragnar Northwest Passage registration is open. Four commitments are in, 8 more to go… If I get 2 more commitments I will register the team. I’ll post more specific details on Friday on what all this means…
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Yesterday (Sunday), I participated in the Hermosa Beach “Day at the Beach” Triathlon. I’ll work up a race report for Wednesday. This race was an interesting, somewhat unique experience for me…
I am usually pretty good at managing stress. I have a stressful job, a stressful commute, stressful training regimen, stressful fund raising campaign… A whole pile of small, large, and often self inflicted stressors just like the rest of you. The way our society is structured today dumps a ton of stress on us. In the best of times we can manage our way through from one stressor to the next and just barely avoid imploding.
And then there are times the stressors collide. The pin on your stress grenade has been pulled. RUN! We each handle the resulting stress explosion differently. My preferred outlet is to go for a swim/bike/run to work through that stress. Think it through. Put things back into perspective. But sometimes that is not an option. Often because the time commitments of the stressors won’t allow it… ironic, huh?
When the healthy outlet valve is not available, what happens? How do you respond? I tend to regress to being a 2-year old. Imagine a wee happy toddler that has been given a tasty cookie, and then has that cookie yanked away. Yep. Full on temper tantrum meltdowns. I yell. I make funny angry faces. There is stomping about. Big heavy sighs. Usually some kicking and punching of the ground or inanimate objects. Occasionally an alligator tear or two. The cats scurry away to warm, safe hidey holes. Theo follows me around with a “It’ll be OK, Dad” look on his face.
After a few minutes the tantrum subsides. And then I recover the stolen cookie. And eat it, savoring every last delicious morsel, taunting the world (or my little microcosm, at least). I have a cookie! Look at how wonderful this cookie of mine is, and you don’t have one! Ha!
Yep. At some level I guess I’ll always be that 2-year old. And I can guarantee the neighbors think I am moderately psychotic… or, at the very least, just barely stable.
But at least I now have that darn cookie!
How do you deal with the stress implosion? Tell me your story on the Tri-ing for a Challenge Facebook page, e-mail it to me, or share in the comments section below. The most “fun” stress related stories will be featured on Thursday, with a fun little game/competition… and maybe a little prize.
We’ll pick back up on this topic tomorrow… but, sincerely, send me your stories!