I plot. Create a plan. Put it down on paper (always on paper). Then I get to work.
Does my plan always go as planned? As I expected? Um, no. But here’s the thing. I know this is going to happen because the reality is, running isn’t my job. I’m not getting paid to run. At least not in any monetary fashion. (One could argue, I could argue that running fuels me, feeds my soul, and pays me in ways that are way more important than greenbacks.)
It’s a hobby. And as such I have to fit running in where I can. Around my job(s), around my family, and around my day to day life. Listen, shit happens and I have to be fluid.
So having that plan in place, even if it’s being reworked on a daily or weekly basis, gives me good bones (as they say in construction) to work with. This week, for example, I have a weekly mileage goal allocated over 4 runs. And knowing that I won’t be able to get a long run in over the weekend I am juggling and moving my runs around.
Getting up and out earlier, adding an extra day for a shorter run will get the job done. Skipping the runs aren’t an option.
Finally, I get to the point!
Plan. Get it down on paper. Those are steps one and two. Then do whatever you can to fit it in, smoosh it in, figure it out. You need to, have to, owe it to yourself to get it done. For your health. For your sanity. For you. You only have one body, keep it strong.
Now go run!
PS – the challenge is still going strong here’s Week 3