So this morning, as is becoming my habit, I went out for a run, sharing it remotely with my girlfriend Squee, and my bestie, Moliére. It was a good workout, filled with hills, all sorts of funny puns about kink and computers (subroutines, DOM navigation, master-and-slave-controllers, etc.), too.
On my way back to the cul-de-sac I live in (infinite loop, anyone?), I noticed I was at 3.9 miles for the workout, so I decided to walk the cul-de-sac over and over until I hit the 4 miles I wanted.
I'm happy I did it, but I also notice several things that made me able to do it.
- For one, I'm a bit OCD. I like round numbers, filled spaces, evenly balanced things.
- It enabled me to stay on the phone just a bit longer with two people I love very much.
- As I make working out more of a habit, a routine, I'm beginning to lean on it and into it. I need it.
- I feel hope in the small gains. I only ran one interval today, but felt good about it. I'm in touch with the truth that progress comes in gradual waves. I know I'm not some skyrocket, that has to launch, go up without stopping, only to explode.
I'm loving my progress.