Change is needed.
My life is balanced, but its not moving forward.
My job at the moment has me up at night, and at times my runs have become poor. Maybe this whole “goal setting” policy should be overhauled – or at best, revised.
It would be easy to say it is all correlated, to cortisol levels, poor sleeping habits, bad diet, and all that, but I cannot certify any of these.
My diet, if anything has been awful for the better part of four months; oatmeal raisin cookies, bagels, practically no fruit, and an assortment of monotonous vegetables.
Pardoxically, the best runs and rides and swims are those which are entirely unplanned.
The precipitate of this note was a series of runs, wherein I was disgruntled and upset by my lack of progress.
I wasn’t content, nor was I puzzled. It may appear counter-intuitive, but I’m beginning to overhaul my system, from the inside out. I’m going to re-evaluate my needs, my likes, my desires.
The late George Sheehan, true to his history, was correct when he stipulated that action often results from dissatisfaction.
Two years ago, I would absolutely disgusted with my present form, but that’s another issue entirely.
Albeit, my race times have slowly improved, so by endurance peers are congratulatory, but I’m not. Go figure.
This triathlon thing – The goals, the target heart rates, all of the objectives, arguably detract from the overall contentment with these endeavors.
Succinctly, I see no reason to explore new terrain, try new things. I know what makes me happy, and I know what doesn’t.
As aforementioned, stubbornness is my biblical flaw. It is hereditary, and its awful.
Fortunately, the strength of the genes has been diluted over the generations, and maybe I might be able be the master of my own house. ‘Here goes nothing’