Image by Rickydavid via FlickrIt's only a matter of time now. The training plan used to take up most of an entire sheet of paper. There are fewer and fewer relevant lines on the spreadsheet.
The overall status is that I'm behind the plan but ahead of last year. Coming away with some chest congestion and sickness from the last race hasn't helped but maybe I just needed some rest?
There are exactly 700 miles in the training plan left. I could look at that and feel some dread, but I think I'm going to try and enjoy each mile. It would be easy for me to hate the fact that I'm going to have to invest so much time and effort into trying to do this, but I think that would be wasting all of that time. I don't want 700 junk miles, just so I can check some boxes; I want to maximize each moment. I want to treasure the blessing of being able to run and train. I want to maximize the pleasure and usefulness and life contained in each step. I don't have 700 miles left to run, I ONLY have 700 miles to enjoy before the race! Someone asked me how I would walk into my job tomorrow if I was really passionate about doing the work. I told them I wouldn't walk. I would run!
And I'm not guaranteed one more step. The future is uncertain, the past is murky. All I have is the right now.
It's time to run.
"I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial's point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous groans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours: "
Act 5 Scene 5, Richard II. W.S.