I’ve made no secret that our life revolves around hockey right now. And some might think that we eat, sleep and breathe it.
And to a point we do.
But there comes a point in the season where we are all tapped out. The love of the game is dwindling. There isn’t enough coffee to allow me to function. The boys are cranky. It just starts being a lot less fun.
I’ve learned that this typically happens in November and towards the end of the season. Thankfully I have a built in escape. We go to visit some of my favorite people who live within driving distance. Granted, it’s five hours, but I kind of love a road trip.
This past weekend, that’s exactly what we did. I loaded up all three boys, told the coaches that we wouldn’t be in town from Friday morning until Sunday night and we hit the road with a full tank of gas, a few new movies and plenty of snacks.
We’ve done this trip so many times that there is a system to it. I make a stop for tea and gas early on and a stop around hour three of the trip so everyone can go to the washroom and refill the gas tank.
This trip gives us a chance to recharge the batteries. I can talk to my cousin who inspires and motivates me. We laugh, we commiserate and I leave there with a full tank again. The boys get to be kids. They play, they pretend, they watch someone else do their sports.
Inevitably, I leave there with happy but tired boys and I have a full five hours to think through my next steps. This time, it was around my running and business. As I’ve mentioned before, I have a planning day on Wednesday so I’ll sit down and get more of the thoughts on paper then, but I did come home with a whole host of ideas.
Including but not limited to:
-my running plan for the next year.
– fresh ideas for HbH.
-new writing inspiration.
And I have had enough quiet time and break from routine to want to push through and get things moving again.
Now, we missed two practices for Boy #2 and Boy #3, as well as a practice and two games for Boy #1. But if it restores their love of the game, then it’s worth it.
And yes, I checked in with Boy #1’s coaching team to see how they did in our absence. What can I say? Old habits die hard.