I have a dream.
Not the one where gas is free, lawns mow themselves and Chipotle delivers with complimentary guac, but the one where my whole family runs the Bolder Boulder 10K race together. It’s a big deal in these parts, tens of thousands of people run this race each year. I’ve done it twice, Cory did it once, and every time one of us has left early in the morning to join their heat on the starting line I have secretly fantasized that one day my whole family would get up and do it together.
But see, it’s not really my thing to accomplish goals, it’s mostly my thing to have them. Just ask the diet books on my shelf, the unfinished hutch in my garage, or the archives of unprinted pictures on my hard drive.
Nevertheless, the rest of my family is entirely well versed with the concept of setting and completing goals, reinforcing my status as The Weak Link. When I told the family that I wanted to do this, I knew how it was going to go – Samantha, who already runs up to 7 or 8 miles after school for track practice, would simply show up, kick all of our trash and have time to read War and Peace by the time the rest of us meet her at the finish line. Cory would prepare not at all and run with Drew at whatever pace worked for the both of them. I would spend months getting into shape by downloading a training regimen from the internet, taping it to the wall and crossing off the workouts as I accomplished them. By the time the race came around I would be rearing to go, and hopefully make at least as good a time as I did when I ran it four years ago.
Here’s how it’s gone instead.
My goal in January: stop eating sugar – lose 30 pounds – train every day
My goal in February: eat sugar only on weekends – lose 20 pounds – run three times a week
My goal in March: eat sugar only on weekends. or weekdays. – listen, the scales aren't always right – go for a run if the sun is shining, the wind isn’t blowing, and Jimmer isn’t playing (sort of excluding all of March)
It is now April, and with the race in 8 weeks it’s really time to fish or cut bait. Tinkle or get off the potty. Be part of the problem or part of the solution. See the opportunity as a challenge or the challenge as an opportunity. (Tony Robbins I've been listening!)
I’ve decided it’s time to quit.
To quit making excuses
To quit whining
To quit expecting a chromosomal defect to blame
To quit pushing the “snooze” button
To quit hoping for a magic pill
To quit waking up in the morning, fully expecting to fail
It’s time to show up in my own life.
Monday was harsh, but I did it. Tuesday and Wednesday I followed through, and today is better than Monday. It may not be much but for now…
…for now I’m running with it.