The price of a hobby

It's late, I need to get ready for preschool in the morning, do dishes, pack, etc., but I need to get some feelings out so that I can move on. Today I went to Brett Pendleton's funeral. He died at age 49 from skiing into a tree. He was an avid ski racer, a paraglider, a sky diver, a triathlete, scuba diver, etc. etc. Someone said with all of his risky sports that it was a wonder he didn't die sooner.
Anyway, what happened to Shawna is one of my nightmares that I realize is a possibility. Rich does some of these risky things like back country skiing, hiking, mountain biking, and biking to work. A lot of the reason that we do these sports is to improve our health and our enjoyment of life. I guess it just makes me wonder about the real cost of these hobbies. Rich's hobbies already cost our family a large amount of money, a tremendous amount of time, and a chunk of emotional energy and focus. As I get more seriously involved in training for and racing in triathlons I often wonder about the cost. What is the cost to me personally and to my family? There are some great rewards, such as feeling great, feeling good about my body, being on an emotional high, having something to discuss in depth with Rich, etc. but there are also some costs. I wonder if I am missing out on spending time with my children. I wonder if there is increasing chaos in our home because of the time I have spent lately on the Wasatch Revolution tri team. I wonder if I am slacking in my spiritual exercises. Actually lately a lot of the time has been spent on building up this team. Perhaps I shouldn't have taken on the task. It's just that I can almost do it all. But with training, cub scouts, work, V.T., young children, volunteering in the schools, preschool, etc. it is too much. I am being stretched too thin. I think I'm going to try to get out of preschool and hope the team responsibilities die down a little. In each area I could be doing more, but now have to be satisfied with what I can give.