I'm not good at relaxing.
I'm one of those people who can always think of something I should be doing, something I'd like to be doing. I'm pretty much always in motion.
My life is multi-tasking: At work I write, edit, produce, and create. I'm a person who gets restless easily, so doing many things at once suits me.
So, the past few days of having a killer cold and not being able to breathe well -- thus not running my normal amount of miles -- has been difficult to say the least.
But, in a way, it's also been good for me. I've had to slow down. Relax. Rest. (Really rest, like sit-and-have-lunch-with-an-old-friend kind of rest.)
And all that resting got me to thinking about what's next.
What happens after November when I've run my half-marathon? If I had to, I could run one now. I've been training. My head tells me that my body is ready.
So what now? Should I run a marathon? A triathlon? I've always been a goal-setter. I don't know how to just roll through life seeing what it will bring. I want to bring things to me in the most direct route possible. So, I make lists of things to do and cross them off when I do them.
And while I've been crossing things off of my fitness to-do list, I'm realizing I don't know what I want the next item to be ... and maybe that's a good thing.
When I figure it out, you'll be the first to know. Until then, I'm open to suggestions.