It’s a new day.
Discipline and regimen have never been part of my life. Watching Olympic athletes competing this weekend made me think that I have no idea, no concept of what it takes to dedicate myself to a goal or a passion with the vigor needed to excel. Even when I trained to run a marathon, I followed the the training program at, maybe, 50%, and my 5:11 time reflected that - BUT it was still the stereotypical yuppie life-changing experience for me. As long as I can remember, I race to the finish on deadlines, hit snooze most mornings for a solid hour, mail bills the day they’re due, start a project with grand dreams but it ends up stuffed in a box on a closet shelf, talk about going to the gym but can’t seem to get into a routine. I hate the way this feels; while I’m not so crazy that I don’t realize what a big and rewarding life I have, there’s always been this nagging feeling that I haven’t lived up to my potential, in so many areas.
BUT TODAY, I turned a corner. Up at 5:40, ran 2 miles, crunched some abs and did a few pushups. Came home, made some tea, ate oatmeal with dried cherries and pecans, and fired up the computer. Set for success!
The day already feels good because there is No Way I will hit 5:30 and rationalize myself out of going to the gym. Because I’ve already worked out, that feeling won’t be hanging over my head all day.
A minor accomplishment, but I’m taking it one day at a time. It’s not just about working out regularly; it’s this need to show myself I CAN do something if I stick my mind to it. The working out isn’t what this blog or this new day is about; tomorrow I’ll delve into what this blog is really about – a major project that I’ve put off for so long that I now face losing three years worth of time-consuming and expensive work.
Tomorrow: Another Workout and Finally Starting My Thesis
