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What's time to a pig?

My friend Laura uses that expression when she's stressing about time. It makes me smile.

One of the strangest things about transitioning back into life after RAGBRAI is the concept of time. Here's a normal RAGBRAI day:

Get up.
Get ready, pack up camp, and have a snack.
Ride my bike.
Stop for food.
Ride my bike.
Stop for food and a lil' dance party to loosen up the hips.
Ride my bike.
Stop for food.
Ride my bike.
Get to camp, shower, find food and a beverage, hang out.
Head to the dance party with the crew.
Dance, dance, dance until the music is no more.
Back to camp, sometimes to chat more, usually just to hit the hay.

Notice the lack of time attached to our daily schedule. It's an amazing freedom just to be and live by our natural rhythms rather than by the clock. I'm hardly every aware of the time on RAGBRAI. I eat when I'm hungry. I dance when there's music. I ride my bike in amongst all of that.

Needless to say the transition back into "real" life is strange because even with my relatively relaxed schedule, I still have to be more aware of time. The times I need to go teach class. The time I need to make lunch and get Brea down for her nap. The time Scott will be coming home from work. The time the girls have to get in the tub so they can get to bed "on time." Pretty leisurely as far as schedules go, but still aware of the time of day.

I'm thankful that today I'm able to step back away from the clock a bit and just enjoy those natural rhythms again. We (the girls and I) got up when we got up. I had one appointment at 9:30 but then we have just been doin' our thing without much regard for the hands of the clock. Marley is playing, we're cleaning house, and dancing. Today a little piece of RAGBRAI lives on...



Laura said…
Thanks for reminding me I can bring some of the joy of Ragbrai to my everyday life. When Jason said that he dances everyday it struck a chord. I need to do that, to loosen up a little. I'm so proud to have been named in the blog!

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