I went out
for a run at 3:30 in the afternoon. I usually go at 9:30 in the morning but it
was raining so I held off until 3:30.
Not too long
ago I had a single time slot for a workout: 5 a.m. If I got up and went I was
proud of myself, if I missed it there was no second chance and I’d berate
myself all day.
Now, though,
my days are much more fluid.
I eschew
schedules. Always have.
I have a
certain number of things that need to be accomplished and I will put them in
logical order and work through them. I will work until they are done. But the
same thing every day? No, thank you.
I didn’t
used to have this freedom. I had to have my butt in a chair every day by 8:30
a.m. I was stuck in that chair until 5:30 p.m. That was me paying my dues.
But now I
have control over my own destiny and I’m a little bit like the new pilot asking
in mid-air, “where to?”
