Almost There

Tomorrow is my last long run before the half marathon race the next weekend.

I should be running 10 miles, but because of an injury, I'm settling for 9 miles and praying that the last 4.1 miles (on race day) will emerge out of sheer will.

Last year, I decided that 2012 would be the year of Kelly...the year that I would call out fear and replace it with effort, that I would invest in me so that I could better invest in my family, that I would reconnect with my body to feel my adrenaline, my sweat, my endorphins, my sexiness and beauty. And nearly four months into the year, so far, so good.

My strategy on race day is to have a rocking play list that includes lots of my favorite strong, female artists and to run and run and run...not to make any personal records, but simply to finish strong.  And when I reach mile 9, I plan to dedicate the last four to the people who have encouraged me the most...the first for my husband, the second for my son, and the last two for my daughters.

I imagine my words will be something like...if I thanked you daily, it would not be enough.  Thank you for loving me, for guiding me, for believing in me, and for allowing me to be your partner and your mama.  My heart is full.  My body is exhausted.  And, my soul is swelling with love.  We did it.

Baby Steps

The devil is always in the details.

And I hate spending time on the details.  Often, I want to cut to the chase...actualize the vision...live in the big picture.

I've always fancied myself a macro-thinker.  For whatever reason, I can often see clearly what I want down to the color, temperature, size/scope and feeling.  As to how I get there, well, I've always loved partnering with people who are really good at helping to create the tactical plan.  When I was in the corporate world, I adored a girl on my team who was outstanding at breaking down strategy into concrete steps and then breaking those steps down into even tinier pieces that would be executed daily.  She was brilliant.

So, when it came to running a half marathon, I was really glad that there were hundreds of training plans out there for the taking.  And, it's been going well.

But now, I really want to write a book.  I know.  It's lofty,  Probably supremely silly.  But I just keep coming back to it.  And so, the rational part of me says that I start with a word that moves into a phrase and forms into a sentence and develops into a paragraph and meanders into a page and harvests into a chapter and after many cups of coffee evolves into a short story or, if its cappuccino and I'm lucky, a novella.

Baby steps, right?  Baby steps and discipline.  And the belief that it doesn't matter if no one reads it, pays it an ounce of consideration, or thinks it's absolute garbage.  It's worth a shot.