Here’s the deal: I assumed by this time this week I would be just about one long run away from hitting the 1,000-mile mark. Well, guess what? I am still 25+ miles away. And it’s all because of some pretty consistent busyness on my end. My family visited; an ice/snow storm hit (which wreaks havoc on me at work); and I’ve had several after-work functions to attend.
In a nutshell, my running isn’t happening – at least, the longer runs aren’t happening. I’ve been logging some minimum milers for a couple of weeks in a row — and feeling like I’m losing my half-marathon base in the process.
But it’s not the first time. I’ve been balancing — or trying to balance — the running and the working and parenting and relationship-ing. I’ve been doing that for the last 11.5 months.
So what have I learned? Well, some weeks have been pure gold, while other weeks I have simply just checked the box.
However, looking back at some of the posts where I’ve just checked the box, felt overwhelmed or was just trying to get through the week makes me realize that it’s just not my nature to let it get to me. I’m an optimist. I can’t help it. Bad weeks, bad news, heck, even bad breath doesn’t really get me down.
If you want to let every little change in course defeat you, be my guest. I’ll be busy doing the Cha-Cha.