What a Week

Honestly, this last week has me a little worried.

I didn't run last Tuesday (like I said), and then Wednesday night I stayed out really late with friends (birthday party) and didn't run on Thursday. Then, Friday night I left for a weekend retreat in Illinois (at a camp). My intention was to run Saturday morning, which I did, although not very well.

I got to bed late on Friday night and then got up at 6:15am to go run at camp. I was unfamiliar with the terrain, which, if you know me, did not create an ideal running situation. I ended up going for probably 2 miles. Maybe a little less. I was disappointed with the results, but I suppose I need to be happy that I ran at all.

Later in the day we played some basketball and then football, so it really was one of the most active days I can remember. And I'm feeling it. I'm incredibly sore and this morning I realized that I didn't stretch after basketball OR football. Idiotic. So, I'm supposed to run tomorrow and I'm actually afraid that I won't be recovered by then. I'll have to do some major stretching tonight.

All of this adds up in my head. A seed of doubt. Do I actually have the drive to do this? The discipline? The ability? The answer to all those questions is yes. I know that. My actions just need to be in line with that.

The retreat I went on, while physically taxing, was spiritually refreshing and motivating. It was a wonderful time of hanging out with friends and refocusing my life. It's always tough to come back to "real life" after that, but I'm confident true life-change happened. Plus, getting home and having all three kids pile into your lap while smiling and yelling "Daddy!" is one of the best feelings in the world.

So...it's Monday morning. Fresh start.

Let's do this.