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Thinking & Planning Ahead

Yes, it is definitely the time of year for resolutions, goals, purposeful declarations, positive intentions, claiming your destiny … um, did I cover it all?

Okay, good — it’s my turn to do all of those things. I don’t care if they’re goals, resolutions, intentions, whatever … choose the name that works for you. What’s important is to clarify what you want out of a situation or time period, state it so you understand it yourself, and then put it out there to keep yourself accountable.

I work with organizations in strategic planning a lot of the time, and that usually involves some sort of goal-setting. It’s super-easy to get caught up in the headiness that comes with making goals. “We can change the world! We can improve everything!” A lot of the times, though, we set our sights so high that it’s totally impossible to achieve any steps toward those ultimate goals. I mean, you don’t want to set your sights so low that you’re not actually challenging yourself, right? But you DO want to set your goals, resolutions, and purpose so you actually see progress toward your goals.

Here are my five goals (using the #AMRResolution template from the lovely ladies at AMR):

* Keep moving and stretching while growing Baby #4 (walking and yoga)
* Respect & appreciate my “mother’s body” through pregnancy and beyond – don’t push too hard, but challenge myself
* Be finished or in the middle of a 13.1 training plan by the end of 2014
* More Bible reading – spiritual nourishment
* More greens, less browns – physical nourishment

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Small steps. The moving and stretching has already been a challenge because of ongoing morning sickness and lingering fatigue, even though I’m a few weeks into the second trimester. Last night I did get the old running shoes and the old dog together for a good walk. I’d like to blame the dog for the slow pace, but let’s be honest … it was me. We kept a decent 15-16 minute mile while walking, but the poo breaks for her did give us some pause time.

I’ll be honest – after two years of trying to reclaim fitness (after Jude’s birth), it’s been a bit of a mind game to see my middle thickening and belly pooching more again. Other than the fatigue and nausea, I haven’t had many indicators of “Hey – baby in there!” That makes it hard to remember that there’s a reason for the pooch and the weight gain, instead of just getting discouraged.

I don’t want it to be an excuse, though. I pretty much need to stop giving myself excuses in all areas, which is where the rest of the goals come from. Respecting the body and life is one thing … letting yourself off the hook for the things that make you better? That’s something different.

There you go: positive intentions, purposeful statements, hopefully realistic goals. That half marathon training might be a stretch, but that’s my challenge goal, right?

The beauty of life isn’t in the plan, it’s in being resilient and embracing how your plan changes.

Or so I try to tell myself.

And for the first time, I’m joining a link-up I enjoy reading on other runner blogs: the Friday Five from the DC Trifecta of Mar On the Run, You Signed Up for What?, and Eat Run Pray DC. Cheers, friends!

Antsy Feet

I am getting antsy about not running.

“What, Erin?” you ask, shocked and appalled to hear that my legs are no longer crawling out of bed before dawn. “You’re not running?!”

Oh no. I’m on a break.

“But why?!”

Well, after I did that half marathon …

“You ran a half?! Way to go!”

Oh, I totally did not RUN it. I ran/walked the first half (woo hoo! 1:18 – Fastest 10k according to my Nike watch!), stopped running around 7.5-8 miles, began limping around 10-11 miles, and finally made it to the finish line at around 3:21. (Wow, I didn’t realize until I typed that how much I slowed down in the second half!)

More on that later, though.

As you might expect, my feet are SORE. My right foot has more-than-expected residual pain, though. I’m instructed to baby it with supportive shoes all the time and probably best not to run.

At first I didn’t really notice, what with the mastitis (yes) and the stomach bug from Hades (lost four pounds in one night – good grief). But now that I’m slowly returning to normal, I actually miss running. The idea of not running for another week makes me a little sad.

Sad enough to contemplate the bikes at the gym, and that’s REALLY sad. I hate those things, with their butt-numbing seats. They make treadmills feel like excellence.

We shall see …

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