Surprised myself this morning by waking with the time & energy to complete my standard 6-mile loop. A move that I would be wise to favor throughout the week, as my roommate informed me we are facing a heatwave/stormfront in the coming days.
My diet & sleep patterns, on the other hand…well, let’s say that ‘drinking’ is not the only old habit that dies hard. I’m certainly getting better, but it’s a slow burn.
It’s probably a bit of residual stubbornness, too: “Well I enjoy working hard in the Exercise Department, but really only running (need complimentary core & toning to get the fitness I desire); still, I’m happy with what I’m doing so I will continue to do everything else the same because this part is good.”
When we can’t get out of our own way, we suffer needlessly. As it so often boils down to: is what’s easiest also what’s worst? Is what’s hardest also what’s best? Where in that matrix am I making choices?
Whatever is I’m doing, I’ll never stop. I had a friend sagaciously point out last winter that my writing was dipping dangerously into the Waters of Wallowing — and he was entirely correct. I was unhappy with myself and my choices (and failures?), and my output reflected that.
Rise early. Rub sleep from your bloodshot eyes. Shake the overnight dust. Stretch your mind; flex your brain.
Keep moving. Look rear every now and then for reference, but press ever ahead.
It’s up there.
Late-night mix for early-morning ears.