On Joy...

I know that I promised that I'd start writing again and haven't, but I've been running around like a chicken with my head cut off lately. Everything has had that sort of rushed, joyless feeling that you get from eating fast food in the car...you don't really have time to taste anything and the whole ordeal just makes you feel nauseous about an hour later.
Unfortunately, this is sort of where I am with my training right now too. I'm not sure what it is, but I just don't really have any motivation. I haven't been enjoying training at all lately; it's just another one of those things to fit into an already too-packed schedule. I'm not sure what it is that's doing it, but I've been thinking about it a lot lately. Perhaps it is that too-packed schedule that is making everything seem like a chore; Perhaps I should have realized that with everything that is going on (wedding, moving, work, etc) that it would be hard to make training seem like a priority; Perhaps it is that I'm not exactly sure what I'm training for right now (I'm running a marathon in three weeks, but I'm doing a whole lot of swimming and biking that don't relate, I'm doing a couple Olympics, but those are too short for me to compete...I'm doing a 70.3 at some point...I guess that's my "A" race?); Perhaps it is the lack of spontaneity that is ruining it. Maybe it's a combination of all of the above.
Although I guess I might sound like I'm complaining, that isn't really the intention. I guess I'm just trying to work through my motivation issues a bit, trying to find a solution because I miss the joy that comes with training and competing. I miss the joy the rest of the week that I feel when finishing a CARA long run. I guess I just am trying to figure out how to make it fun again.