Still going, logging a hefty twenty two minutes this evening.

I made it out today in spite of monthly physical challenges, and my mind utterly occupied elsewhere.

All my life I have had a hard time focusing on more than one thing. I will burn white hot on something until I don't anymore, and not many things besides writing, books, and a handfull of other activities have lasted with me.

Running inspires me, it gave me purpose when I desperately needed it. My goals (unlike mommyhood) with running are quantifiable. I either finish the race or I don't.

My goals are achievable, and once in a while I am rewarded with a burst of endorphins.

A side benefit, or curse, depending on what type of mood I am in that day-I do some of my best plotting when I run.

Running gave me the impetus to move ahead and make something of this writing thing again, but this time with much more staying power. It not only hardened my muscles, it hardened my resolve. I was able to prove to myself that I could set a goal and accomplish it, then continue on to another. I still love it.

The past weeks have filled up with dates for classes, an ever lengthening list of projects (like building this website), juggling work hours, swim lessons and preschool.

My focus has shifted but so far I have at least made a run three times each week, and thanks to my husband, almost to the same level of exertion as before. I have even shifted my focus to endurance runs, in the interest of further strengthening that muscle in my brain I like to call Will Power. Mine is weak, it always has been, just like my lungs were before I started training.
Things change, and sometimes for the better. I love that.