The List

The early morning is chilly as I turn off the fan in the window and climb out of bed. There’s so much to do. So much to do.

In my head, I start categorizing all that’s on my plate for the day. Then I sigh. There’s really not time for a run today, is there? I turn the audio Bible on and start listening, trying to push away my mental list for the day that seems to be growing by the moment. After my devotions, I make my bed (it’s still weird for me to wake up in a bed after not regularly sleeping in one for about six years), my mind going haywire with organizing and prioritizing. Nope. No time for a run today. Or, even if I do have the time, I need to devote my energy to other things. More important things.

Then I stop.

This, this is my health I’m thinking about. This is me staying fit and active. This isn’t just so I can check something off my list. This isn’t just so I can look more fit and trim (although I must admit that does play a big factor in the equation). This isn’t just anything. This is me taking care of my body that I’m going to be living in the rest of my life.

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Recently I’ve been eating super well. Trying to get a reasonable amount of sleep (at least most of the time). Working on limiting my caffeine intake. And, in the midst of everything else, working at training for a half marathon.

Sometimes I feel like it was a bad idea to sign up for the half marathon for this year. I mean, if I could have predicted the future and what all was going to happen in 2018 I probably wouldn’t have. But I can’t, so I did sign up.

But I didn’t just sign up for the thrill of running a half marathon. I didn’t just sign up so I could cross it off my dream list (been there, done that). I signed up mainly because I knew it would help me get into shape – because it would give me the push I needed to start eating right and paying attention to my body and exercise more. And for a few weeks back when I first signed up, it did. I was going strong and it was exciting. Then I fell by the wayside and stopped caring so much. I told myself that there was still enough time and I didn’t really need to work on it yet.

And that was partly true. But now a lot of time has passed and it is time to get serious. Not just for the half marathon, but with my health overall.

So, despite my long list, I plop a ballcap on my head, tennis shoes on my feet, and head down the road.

It’s a beautiful morning. The air chills, the dew sparkles, and the world is alive.

My checklist is still just as long when I get back to the house after one good mile and one so-so mile, but somehow, well, it doesn’t seem quite as overwhelming anymore.