This morning I debated on whether or not to go to the 5k for Autism at Paint Creek. I wouldn't say I am really in any racing shape, and yesterday was a long day of hard manual labor...so when I woke up stiff and wanting to stay in bed, the internal struggle began.
That little voice that creeps inside my head, I call it complacency. It said "don't go, you are out of shape, you will embarrass yourself, you will see a bunch of people that expect you to be the runner you once were, etc..."
That little mother *@$!cker complacency got bitch slapped. I went to the race. I came in second. It was probably the worst I have ever run in a competition time wise, but it felt good to go out and do something uncomfortable against my will. Plus I had already paid 25 dollars so it would make sense to actually get my money's worth of discomfort.
So now I am back at the helm. I have 2 books to write, which is daunting in and of itself...and I am also trying to clean up the first book for a reprinting sometime this summer. Needless to say, I am going out of my mind. Its good that I don't like to get out much. Because really there isn't much time.
Oh, I applied for a job in Yellow Springs. I hope I get it because I really want to move there.
That is all I have right now.
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