One Mile

I am sorry, I hate this time of year.  I hate that we all spend all this time writing down our "goals"...  it's insanity.  I decided on 12/28/11 that I would just start my 2012 "goals" right then.

Why wait?

I have some goals.  They're SMART.  Specific, measurable, a...something that starts with a, r... something that starts with r, and time specific.  OK, clearly they're not that smart.

They're not that interesting though.  And they're not that relevant to everyone else in the world today.  However, on my 2012 list is my new mantra.


I love having a mantra.

I love Respect The Distance so much that I'm considering getting it tattoo'd on my body.  Because it really doesn't matter how far you're running, or if you're running at all.  Are you in school?  Motherhood?  A sucktastic beige minivan?  Are you racing a marathon?  Are you racing a 4m run in 100 degree heat and 80% humidity ~  damn straight you better respect that distance.  13.1?  50K?  5K?  Every distance deserves respect, no matter how short or long, real or imagined.  The day you don't respect the distance is the day you will fall on your face.  I could share a story here, but I'm not going to....(shudder).

Galactically Bada** became my mantra at mile 23.5 of a marathon.  I said it once, and it instantly became my mantra for the rest of the year, and the rest of the year after that one.  Some things just stick.

Don't tackle the red shirts is one of those things that wasn't funny at all, until one day it was hilarious.


So while the rest of the world is worrying about what goals they will lay down for 2012, how they'll achieve them, what they'll do to make the year's worth of goals attainable, etc.  I've decided to just try a new mantra.

Take it one mile at a time.

Whether it's nursing school, foot pain, training plans, core workouts, drills, cleaning my house, choosing healthy foods, or actually running a mile, my goal is to try not to get caught up too much in what lies before me, or what's left behind me, and instead to just worry about the moment I'm in.

~savor the run~

Some Final Marathon Thoughts

There is no such thing as the wall.

Parcheesi is no longer in my vocabulary.

"It's all mental until you pass out.  Then it's physical" ~author unknown~

My bib # is 2297.