I talked in my last post about humility, track records, achievable goals, and all that.
Today, as I work through lunch, I am reminded of this.
The week I posted, I ran three times.
The next week, I ran once. Stuff "came up" and ate up the time I blocked away for those runs.
I swore that wouldn't happen this week. I looked at my calendar and was sure I'd have time to run.
And here I am, during the time I'm supposed to be running, cramming down a turkey sandwich in front of my computer. "Something came up" at work and it demands my attention. Maybe I'll finish this all up in time to steal away for a run, but I doubt it.
This is how we lose this game. One hour at a time.
It occurs to me as I write this that I've never figured out the secret to making time to run. When my life is operating at a healthy pace, I have time to run. When things get out of control, running somehow falls away ... and that's when I need it most.
The unhappy truth may well be that I need to step way outside my comfort zone. Run at 5:30 in the morning, or 9:30 at night ... because my lunch hour disappears pretty quick when work gets crazy, and in this job, it's crazy more weeks than it's sane.