Life Lesson: The Unproductive Hours

After returning home on Sunday afternoon I spent a good part of the day covered up on the sofa. Looks comfy, doesn’t it?

The week after a race I tend to really lack mojo. I don’t have any real drive to get things done or make things happen. It is normally something that bothers me because for the most part I am a doer. I like to get things done, cross them off my list and feel a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day.
As a rule, I like my days to be full; not crazy busy but full of good people, mostly fun work and, in general, feeling useful.

The majority of this week has been anything but full. I have some clients on spring break so that opened up my schedule a bit. I have opted out of all things that were optional. Let’s face it I was tired; mentally, emotionally and physically. Not the kind of tired you need three weeks just to sleep off. Just the kind of tired that comes from pushing yourself hard. For me that’s usually after an ultra.
Last weekend was a tough one for me. I learned a lot, stumbled my fair share and made it through to the other side.


But that left me feeling like I needed to rest, not push so hard and possibly let it all sink in. So I went with it, not so much because I wanted to but I really didn’t have the desire to fight it. Taking it easier felt good, it actually felt right even if my mind was a little agitated by it.

I woke up this morning feeling refreshed and renewed. It always happens. I worry a little all week that my motivation will never come back and usually by Wednesday or Thursday it does and this week is no different.

I am all for productive but the unproductive hours, as I like to call them, are equally important. So much so that I probably shouldn’t call them unproductive. They’re like Savasana in yoga. For those of you unfamiliar, it is the final resting pose in a yoga practice and an opportunity to rest, absorb the practice and enjoy a few moments of stillness. These are the moments that serenity find us, relaxation arrives and often our best ideas descend.

These final moments of yoga are the hardest for many. The stillness appears like wasted time, silliness. But I am learning, just like in yoga, if we can embrace the quiet, easier moments with as much value as the cacophonous, intense experiences we find they all provide us with what we need.

Sunshine & Sarcasm,

Lowi & G

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