If discipline is remembering what you want, motivation is partly figuring out what it is you really, really want badly enough to get you moving.
I have been kind of quiet here on Spark over the long weekend. Part of that time was spent walking on the treadmill, part of it was spent sleeping and trying to get me straightened back to my normal rotation of wake/sleep (a more trying job than it was 40 years back), part of it was spent feeling physically lousy, and part, well, to be honest, misbehaving with my old buddy food.
And since I was not feeling like sharing my completely jumbled up thoughts yet again on doubting my goals... I kept my mouth / keyboard shut. We won't go into the tablet versus old slow desktop, mainly I was silent because I had no clue what I wanted to say.
Still not sure I *do* know what I want to say, even now, but it is a fresh new work week, I'm starting the day with the routine of packing the healthy lunch and simmering the steel cut oats. And ahead is a stressful workday, and a snowstorm slated to slide in here on Thursday... and survival is the major goal.
A part of me is contemplating what 2013 would look like if I bailed on the race schedule. Completely. As in: pull in your horns and try to just live a life. Without putting pressure to train for distance on yourself. I ponder what that would do to my motivation. Would it help, or hinder? Would I feel like an embarrassed failure because I told everyone I was going after full marathon in May? Or would I feel relieved because now I could focus on one thing: work, and just deal with my line in the sand stay with the program to stay healthy until this passes?
So, with that thought, of Barb pondering where I go from here, and meditating on what I really, really want... I commend to each of you a fine Spark Day. Because with or without athletic events, LIFE is good, and each of us, even *me* is worth taking care of. Oxygen masks to the fore! Spark on!