Ants in My Pants

I’m too antsy.

I’ve been waiting to hear back from Magnatune so I can add their great music to my next podcast episode. It’s been five days, and I’m laughing at how impatient it’s making me. No one imposed any podcasting deadlines on me. Wes actually convinced me to ease off my self-imposed deadline of every other week in favor of once a month.

Still, I have this impatient energy bubbling up. I know why. I hate having things out of my hands; I’d rather be in control. And I have not only this minor music issue pending, but bigger things, the biggest being the word on my book proposal. Just because I move fast—too fast, much of the time—when someone makes a request of me doesn’t mean everyone else does, or should. Just because I never take vacations doesn’t mean others don’t. It just means I should.

Add to that the physical effects of a prerace taper, even the two easy days I’ve lined up before the first triathlon of the year this Saturday, and you have one antsy-pantsy Sage. A real joy to be around, I’m sure!

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