In to the vortex

Well, THAT was a long absence. Sorry about that. I grossly underestimated the amount of work and time my new job would entail. It was a little soul-crushing and I am only now beginning to see glimpses of a very small, flickering light.

What it comes down to is this: starting a new job is hard. Really, really hard. Especially if you were pretty damn competent at your old job. Despite its difficulties and challenges, however, I highly recommend that everyone switch jobs a few times in their career. In the end, I think I will be a better teacher than if I had stayed in my old job (which I also loved) for years and years and years ad nauseum.

But that doesn't make the whole adjustment period any easier. I am trying desperately to hang on to shreds of the life I know and love, if only to maintain sanity during my working hours. So, you know, I get up at insanely early hours and I go to the track or I go to the spin room or I run on a trail, and sometimes I go to a bike race.

What I have gained from my new job thus far: a bike commute with my daughter (the awesomeness of this cannot be understated), more time in my day (less overall commute time), smaller class sizes, a tighter community, new and different challenges.

What I have lost from my new job thus far: Dear husband, I would like to make plans to see you in the year 2013. Do you think we will both be available? Also, could you tackle the massive mound of laundry? Thanks so much. Love, your adoring wife.

That about sums it up.

Now on to bike racing.

Cyclocross season has started. For real. I am beyond excited, maybe because I have this rad new bike or maybe just because I love cyclocross. Barkernews and I went out for some Pain and Suffering this weekend, because I hadn't experienced enough during my work week and I needed to suffer some more.

Suffer I did. I think I threw up in my mouth a little at the top of the big hill (which *ahem* I rode every freaking time), but oh my god I loved it. Also, I came in 4th in the women's B category. That could also explain why I loved it so much. Next up? Battle at Barlow, with its infamous runup and most likely a field twice the size of the last race (15). *GULP*

Now, back in to my hole. See you when I emerge again.



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