I’ve been off my game lately. My head is cluttered. Work has been really busy. Home life has been super crazy. All of the events are starting; showers, baptisms, weddings, etc. My usual saving grace is running. The treadmill or the pavement, it doesn’t matter. Running gives me clarity. I go at my own pace. I make lists in my head. I ponder things that I’m searching for solutions to. I map out my week. It’s MY time. Time for ME. One thing I’ve noticed is that I’m a whole lot happier knowing I am doing something good for me, just for me.
I haven’t run in weeks and I feel like I’m drowning. Even making lists and marking the calendar isn’t helping me get a handle on things. I need to run, but lately can’t seem to find the time. I feel like everything is just a giant ball of chaos. There is always something that takes precedence. I’ve been at this point before. The longer I stay here the more “me” I lose. If I have to mark my run on the family calendar that’s what I’ll do. Toss away the guilt of doing something for myself. Forget the laundry, the dishes, and the toys making their way all over the house. This is my biggest challenge. Blinders are going on. The mess will be there when I’m done.
Venting session over. Time to schedule my run.