Crap. Our thirty-year-old furnace gave up the ghost. So I’m waiting for someone to give us an estimate for a new one. Thankfully, I dragged my feet on getting a new deck—the one taken out by the ice dam. The one that insurance covered. I’ll be able to use that money to replace the furnace. Next year I’ll look at financing a new deck.
Because, you know – I’m committed.
NO! Not to an institution, you jerks. To running. I’m committed to running.
Everyone’s a comedian.
Yes, I’m up. I’ve been up since 5:25 AM when Smokey decided to step on the Apple remote and turn on the TV. The little shit. Of course, she was attempting to knock things off of elevated surfaces because she wanted her morning treats.
So, I’ve managed to get through my morning routine. That includes finishing my two cups of coffee. Next? I’m contemplating a run. I’d go on a bicycle ride, but 49 degrees is just too chilly. I’ll probably end up going for a run.
Oh, speaking of Smokey, here she is sitting on the stone table watching for the red squirrel she treed earlier. It was chattering away in anger on the tree in the background as this picture was taken.
I paced myself based on my breathing. I ignored all other cues. No heart rate announcements, no pace announcements. Just paying attention to my breathing. As a result I ended up with my second best performance since switching to Strava to monitor my exercise.
A run, walk and bike ride.
It never feels good. We can embrace it, yet it still feels uncomfortable. We can accept it is happening, yet we still feel vulnerable. We can hope for the best, but it will always be messy and uncontrollable. At best, we can be mindful and let go of our expectations.
Fight change and suffer. Be unhappy. Be angry. Be afraid.
Accept change and be unsure, afraid, and powerless.
Yes, whether you accept change or fight change you will be afraid.
Whatever is happening to you, are you paying attention?