Hub asked me how my walk was this morning. I said it wasn’t a good one.
- My throat’s hurting: think the cedar pollen (my one of three allergies) is elevating.
- I almost didn’t go this morning and it took a whole lot more discipline to pull out my shoes and lace them up than I thought I had.
- I didn’t go as far as I had originally planned: wanted to do 8, since I left late, knew I didn’t have enough time. So I cut it way short.
- I got to thinking about my life … and I crumbled. My pace slowed to a crawl and, at one point, I just wanted to stop, sit, & cry.
Even with all this going on this morning, I had my good moments. I went out sans Garmin & cell phone. I only took my iPod for company, and dressed for the 33* weather with a new cold gear hat I bought after last week’s race & gloves I received in a race goodie bag a few years ago. I was warm & for a few brief moments, I was free.
Free from the self-imposed stress I put on myself to constantly check my pace and my time whenever I wear my Garmin. Free from the possibility of the phone call I’m dreading about my father-in-law … and I know that call will be coming one day soon. Free from everything in my life that I’m unhappy with.
Keeping everything in perspective, the good far outweighed the bad this morning.
Knowing that I would feel better for having done even the paltry mileage I did this morning is what motivated me to lace up my shoes and head out the door.
And for this, I’m mighty proud of myself!