TCB

What's that you say? How was your Saturday run? Well, if I hadn't been working (not kidding) in conflict with my 5:30 a.m. Saturday morning run, I could tell you.

I am a slave to the schedule. I love the schedule. The schedule and I have a deal. I run exactly what's written on the paper and the schedule makes sure I'm ready. I once got up and ran 21 miles before a full work day at the firm just to make sure I ran the miles that I needed to run that week. So, I was in mild OCD panic when I realized there was no way I could run on Saturday. This is my black and white world where there are rules and plans and things work just the way they should.

A good lesson for me. Sometimes you have to adjust. I could probably stand to apply this lesson to my life as a whole (no comments from the peanut gallery, please). Baby steps. In any case, Sunday morning I got up for my long run of the week despite the fact that I knew crazy Maggie would be ready to kick my butt very early on Monday. I'm not going to pretend I was pleased about this turn of events, but I did it anyway. TCB.