So I managed to go running again today. That’s two Mondays in a row, and I don’t usually run on a Monday. Oh dear. I don’t usually write good blog posts on Monday either. Well, I’m here and I’m typing. I’m sure I can come up with something.
Full disclosure: I typed in that paragraph and then just sat here.
All day I kept reminding myself that I intended to run, hoping to internalize the message and not talk myself out of it later. I did not run yesterday and may not have time to run tomorrow. Naturally at the end of the day, I wanted to talk myself out of it. However, when I got home, I got into my running clothes without further discussion with myself. As part of my ongoing quest to get my act together, I put a load of laundry in the washer before I set out.
It was neither a bad nor a good run. I ran slowly. My legs did not feel too bad. I had to concentrate on taking deep breaths, but I did not have a Vocal Chord Dysfunction episode (which sound a lot worse than it is, both talking about it and when I actually have an episode). I felt happy that I had run, especially while I walked around the block for my cool-down.
After stretching, I put the clothes from the washer into the drier. Then I went upstairs and spent exactly ten minutes cleaning the second bedroom before taking my shower. Remember my ongoing quest to get my act together? That was part of it: to spend ten minutes a day cleaning. I’m hoping that some days I get into the rhythm and spend more than ten minutes, but on a Monday after a run, I thought ten minutes was pretty good.
And now I see that I’ve got over 300 words at a blog post. Maybe my act is more together than I think it is! Let’s concentrate on that, and not on the embarrassing fact that I have reached my mid-50’s and still don’t have my act together.