What could possibly disturb this new blissful state of being? Nothing! I've nailed it! Nothing but balance and harmony, from here on out. Oh what's that up ahead? It looks like some kind of ... tornado? A swirling mass of sweaty t-shirts, spreadsheet entries, and protein bars, leaving a chaotic mess everywhere in its wake. Wait a minute ... I know what this is. I remember this! This is marathon training.
It started today. In 18 short weeks, I'll be heading to Boise for the Famous Idaho Potato Marathon.
|A sack of potatoes for every finisher?|
SIGN ME UP!
I've made peace with the need to stop working on a task before it's complete, or skip the occasional night out with friends in order to get to bed early. I know by now what those 20-mile training runs feel like, and that I need to plan ahead and block off most of the day for them. My husband is well-accustomed to my dietary preferences, and knows that there's a lot of whole wheat crust pizza in his future. I've got the essentials pretty well dialed in. But it's the interstitial "stuff of life" that often trips me up, and this is where I can improve, creating a little more time and space. I can spend a couple of hours on the weekend menu planning and shopping for the week, thereby avoiding my usual daily trip to the grocery store. I can fold the laundry as soon as it's out of the dryer, and spend less time ironing (and by "ironing," I mean "searching the closet and drawers for something that's reasonably wrinkle-free to wear to work, instead of ironing"). I can spend a few minutes each morning thinking through the logistics of the day more thoroughly, so that I leave the house with everything I need, and do less back-tracking.
This weekend, I practiced being the kind of person who gets themselves organized on Sunday evenings for the week ahead. I know you people exist. I'm related to several of you, so I'm hopeful that with some practice, I can coax awake its dormant genetic expression. I grocery shopped. I filled up my car with gas. I picked up the house, and ironed some clothes (for real). And when I left the house for work this morning, I had a full tank, literally and figuratively. These are the spaces in my day where marathon training can happen. I don't have to get sucked into the tornado. I don't have to give up the important stuff. So let's do this, Famous Potato. You're on.
|My Monday morning armload.|
Marathon training takes a lot of planning.
And it also takes a lot of bags.