Truthfully, in the three months leading up to the streak I’ve been pretty inconsistent with any exercise.
I’ve been pretty inconsistent in the months since then, too. Running on that track, which is 5 laps to a mile, gave me plenty of time to think. Looking down, I’d see the track that’s pictured. Looking around, I saw a yellow wall to one side and the dark green tarps surrounding the tennis courts to the other side. I’m a very visual person, and images spilled from my thoughts to that yellow wall as I ran. I’d see successful scenes play out at school, completed projects, and such. Sometimes I’d simply space out and enjoy my music. Regardless, I ran on the track or outside every day for 42 days. I Tweeted or posted to Facebook as I ticked off the days. Sometimes, i was sneaking in right before my gym closed to get in the quick mile minimum, and other times I was I had all the time I needed. Once I publicly shared my goal of finishing the streak, it was going to take a lot to compromise that. I knew the running was good for me, too, both physically and mentally.
That’s also the case with #draftweek. Even though it is only 5 days, once I committed to joining Jesse I made sure these posts got done. I didn’t want to be the one to say, ‘Hey, couldn’t make this happen. I’ll try again tomorrow.’ I’ve wanted to blog more, but I hadn’t been successful in making that time a part of my daily schedule.
LIkewise, I haven’t had pop in a month, either, because I decided to cut that out of my day. It was too easy to grab a Coke when I was out, and I knew it wasn’t good for me. I finished the Warrior Dash, even though I was undertrained, because I’d signed up and didn’t want to back down from what I told my friends I’d do.
So as I approach my next birthday this weekend, my husband asked me about my goals for the upcoming year. He always drafts some goals on his birthday, and he is one of the most self-disciplined people I know; I admire that about him. As I finished this post and thought back to those runs and such I realize that I am very good at keeping promises to others and following through on my public commitments. I’m also great at pushing my promises to myself to the side, like keeping my running active after I built that streak. My goals for this next year will tie to that thinking, as I consider:
- Reintroducing consistent exercise and maintain the writing time I’ve managed to find this week. In measurable terms, I’d like to be able to run 5 miles.
- Writing more, as measured by no longer than a week between blog posts.
- Completing some organizational work in our master bedroom by ensuring everything has a place.
- Leaving receipts or sending texts to my husband so he can continue to manage our family finances.
- Defending my doctoral dissertation proposal and conducting the research associated with my study.
Maybe I make each one an event or a hashtag, as I attain success when I bring others in to the fold. Maybe I just need to be able to reach these goals simply because they ARE my goals. What do you think? How can you relate? How do I paint these blank walls with those images of success? I don’t think this is where I initially intended this post to land, but it has sure given me something to think about now.