"You've crossed the finish line
Won the race but lost your mind
Was it worth it after all?" -- Lazlo Bane
I'm in a serious funk. Things are going great at work--I've managed to build a very good reputation for myself around here, as a competent surgeon and as a good educator to my peers, but what's fallen apart completely is the "me time." I get to work at 5-5:30 AM and usually head home between 6 and 8, and that's not counting the nights I spend at the hospital seeing new patients or keeping a close eye on the super-sick, trying-to-die types.
It hardly leaves a lot of time to ride, much less energy. I had a perfect opportunity to ride yesterday and just wanted to sleep. I have about 50 miles on the bike this MONTH so far. I miss racing. I miss my sunday morning team ride. I miss it all. I miss actually having coherent time with the wifey.
Maybe it's just the fact that I had a really chill 12 months in the lab and I'm still adjusting to the grind of working in the hospital, but work is just sucking the life out of me right now. My bike is collecting dust, and I'm getting slower and fatter with each passing day.