Balance in life is important. A balance between spiritual, intellectual, emotional, physical, creative, destructive, awake, asleep...you get the idea.
I've been unbalanced. Make of that what you want.
I've been neglecting parts of myself and I feel kinda bad about it. So in addition to the regular football games, I've started running on my off days, and I'm looking for a dojo to start to play nice with.
Today is an off day, a running day. I'm meeting a friend for coffee this evening, then heading to Jen's to finish the floors I started on Sunday with the help of my friend Jeff. So chances are I won't get to run tonight. And I knew that when I woke up at 6:20, which is why I put my shoes on and hit the pavement.
Three miles, 29 minutes. TWENTY NINE MINUTES, people. I've been doing this for ten days and I've trimmed my time by five full minutes. Who knew that just telling your body to put one foot in front of the other again would do that? I'm going to adjust my expectation. Three miles in 24 minutes by the end of July.
It's hard to run very often. The humidity is just not good for that, unless I'm running very early or it's an unseasonably cool day. So it looks like early mornings are on the agenda, which I'm oddly okay with.
If it sounds like I'm feeling driven at the moment, that would be right.
For the first time in a very...VERY...long time, I feel at home right where I'm at.
Now watch this unashamedly romantically earnest song from Owl City.
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