Finding the Balance again

Finisher's Medal - Park to Park 10K

On Saturday morning I race walked a 10K (6.2 miles for those wondering). I was and am woefully undertrained for the effort I expended on Saturday morning, and felt that for the rest of the weekend. But that is not the point of this post.

While I was walking, I was lamenting how much my performance has declined because my training has been insufficient. Age is also an influencing factor, but there is no way to determine the role that aging has played because training insufficiency, but I digress.

I started planning how I was going to go about improving my training regimen. And then I started thinking about the things that had interfered with my training. First, of course, was Cecil's illness and my caretaking role. I was starting to get into a good groove with training for the St. Jude Half-Marathon, and then I started volunteering at GiGi's Playhouse.

Then I started thinking that maybe this season of my life is supposed to be about service, and not about my own fitness and performance journey. But I trained and worked a more than full-time job so that is kind of an excuse. Once I plunge into introspection, I tend to stay there until I sort out all of my thoughts.

And here is where I landed. I just need to impose order on my life. I planned out today at least. Deuce has a vet appointment at 9. I planned to take him to the vet, come home, walk him, walk me, and the do some writing, while doing laundry.

Storms coming in this morning between 10 and 11. First schedule disruption. One schedule break is a just one. It is up to me to not allow it to derail me.

I know I do best when I have a solid routine in my life that I follow. I know it is time to set up a routine for myself again. I'm making establishing a schedule a goal for myself. Wish me luck. I want I life that I am comfortable with again. I know the life I had with Cecil is gone. It is up to me to make a post-Cecil life that I can thrive in.