Every day my granddaughter takes a nap, sometimes for 30 minutes, sometimes for 2 hours. I never know what to expect. Since she arrives in the mornings, it’s difficult for me to get a run in before she gets here. Thus, I’ve been striving for a nap time run for some weeks because I just can’t run in the evenings after she goes home. I think my perfect hour of running (I was going to say, “Hour of Power,” but that has been taken by a TV pulpit) is about 10:00am, which only happens on the days I don’t have her.
The problem is, her room is directly across from the exercise room, and the treadmill is noisy. OK, my footfall is noisy, too.
So once I rock her and lay her down, I haul an air purifier from the other end of the house that I use at night mainly for white noise. I crank that thing up just outside her door so that the air in her room doesn’t get dry.
Then I either turn on the TV, muted with closed captioning on, or I listen with buds to music. So all there is to hear is the hum of the purifier mingled with the whir of the treadmill. So far so good. Many times I’m able to get in 3 miles, so I can’t complain. Well, I can always complain about the Midwest winter weather, but that doesn’t count!
Some Sundays are leisurely; some are not. Today was not. The holidays are winding down, but we had an impromptu family gathering at our home this afternoon. And then our little granddaughter got sick.
About 6:00pm, I remembered that I had not run my allotted miles today which will tie up my running goal exactly on December 31.
I didn’t feel like the treadmill at 6:00. I was tired, and my legs are a bit stiff from not stretching. But because of that goal I set almost 365 days ago, I got on, got it done. Sloooowwwwly.
Oh the power of a specific, measurable, attainable goal. Uh, that should work for weight loss, too, right?
I’ve got a new design!
Still here! Still running. In fact, I’m closing in on a goal I set for myself in 2014: 500 miles. After announcing that, I immediately want to apologize for or rationalize this goal because it’s not much compared to others’. However, it has been a challenge for me in the context of my life, and I’m proud to say I’m going to make the goal (unless tragedy befalls in the next 3 days.) My first goal was 250 miles by June 1, which I failed to meet. So most of my mileage was made up after June. Today I am 11 miles away from my goal.
Underlying joy: *I GET NEW SHOES!*
We have re-purposed one bedroom as an exercise room, with an elliptical, treadmill, mat, weights and TV, so now I’m all set for the winter. I survived the holidays and kept running. No reindeer hoof prints on me.
Now I’m contemplating goals for 2015. I’m actually excited to set goals because now I know they’re attainable. I can do it!