Do you multi-task?
Most of us try.
Some of us actually succeed.
I believe I fall somewhere in the middle. Trying hard and moderately succeeding.
Come to think of it, I am not really sure if it is a desire to multi-task or adult ADD. But for whatever reason I am almost constantly thinking about, if not doing, more than one thing at a time.
The older I get, the more I realize that this is at the heart of what my friends like to call “Ready, Fire, Aim” syndrome. Early in my life, it is how the nickname “Grace” came to be.
Think about something, start to do it---and THEN think about how it should be done. In that order.
It’s how I lost my front tooth. In college.
The summer between my freshman and sophomore year in college, I waitressed at a little coffee shop in Summit NJ called The Peppercorn. I realized while working one morning that I had left the iron on at my parents house.
Because apparently, taking orders for egg omelets, coffee and muffins makes multi-taskers think about irons. Go figure.
On my break I decided to jump on my bike and ride home to make sure the house wasn’t burning down. This was before it was destroyed in this incident.
“Grace” you say?
While I was unlocking my bike, a friend of mine drove by and asked if I needed a ride. Fantastic, I would be home and back to work in less than half the time. And I wouldn’t be sweaty to boot.
I was thinking about how long it would take to get home, how fast I could run upstairs and turn off the iron, if I would have time to re-apply my make-up----all while opening the car door.
Right into my mouth.
I felt a clunk and then a rather large piece of something solid floating around. I put my hand to my mouth. No blood.
Big open floaty space where my front tooth used to be.
I had knocked out my own front tooth. All while thinking of three other things I needed to be doing. You would think that would teach me to let my mind wander.
Sadly, it did not.
Perhaps participating in an event with so many different “legs” is not a good idea for someone with a not-so-hot track record?
It makes me wonder if while I am swimming I will gag on yummy ocean water while thinking about how I am going to get out of the wet suit and onto my bike.
And while I am biking, will I ride into a tree while thinking about where the transition area is to get ready to run?
And during the run, will I go ass-over-teakettle while wondering if I can main-line coffee at the finish line?
All things I will be thinking about incessantly for the next 6 months while I should be doing other things.
At least I am sure that all triathalons come complete with a first aid station.