My boss offered me a position in "Europe" - he wouldn't say where. However, I'd have to go now, I'd have to say that I knew a specific programming language, & I'd have to stay for at least 3 months.
Where in Europe? He wouldn't tell me.
My boss knows me. He is one of the few people at my company who knows my athletic ambitions & how much I train. He knew that I'd decline because of the Half Ironman. He knew that I also might be swayed - Hence, the offer.
Given my training & life plan for the next 15 months, I opted out. 1) I can't go now - the Half Ironman is in 6 weeks. Finishing it is integral to my plan. 2) I don't know that programming language. (Though, I hear it's easy to learn.) 3) 3 months?! Could I find someone to adopt Fat Cat & Doctor Claw for 3 months? Would they ship my bike (& possibly the two cats) with me?
Too problematic, we decided.
Then, I found out that he wanted to send me to the Land Of Chocolate & Excellent Beers.
Beer. And. Chocolate.
Let me say that again:
I've opted out of other worldwide adventures because of poor timing or inability to find replacement caretakers for furrballs. This one has me a little more irritated than the others.
Beer & chocolate versus biking & swimming (& sometimes running). Triathlon won. I can't believe it. I know I wasn't a good fit for the project, & I do love triathlon. However, it did shake my resolve to do Ironman next year.
Also, I should add that I've been gluten-free for 6 weeks now. It's gotten much easier. I know how to navigate a menu well, discuss options with the wait staff, & how to change recipes (more or less) for being gluten-free.
So, the Belgian beer? It's not on the menu yet (if ever). I miss you, Belgian beer.
nowhere to go but up. (Part II)
3 days ago