One Finish Line Crossed

It’s been a busy few months…

Being in charge of an accounting department, the nature of the beast is that it’s one deadline after another. Monthly financial reports, annual budgets, audits, tax returns. It’s an endless cycle.

There are ebbs and flows. And as with wave motion in physics, sometimes the waves overlap, synchronize, and add together and you get hit with a monster.

Today was that deadline for me and it got met. Barely. As in, emailing out reports at 10:10 for a 10:15 meeting. But it’s good work, solid, everyone’s happy. The nature. The beast.

The feeling afterward really does feel like finishing a marathon. It might not be a triumph, might not be your personal best time, might not even be the time you trained for – but you finished.

From 2010, the first endurance event I ever tried, the Avon Walk in Santa Barbara, a marathon (walking, not running) on Saturday and a half-marathon on Sunday.

I feel like I should be scarfing down bananas and Gatorade…

Tomorrow the next race starts, the next turn of the cycle. As always, working toward smoothing out the troughs and crests, looking for some smoother sailing. But being ready to burn the midnight oil and go to Red Alert when the shit hits the fan.

There will be shit. There is a fan.

This is known.