8 five day weeks, or 40 work days, stand between me and a new chapter.
Perhaps 40 work days doesn't seem like much, and it isn't - but on the other hand, it is.
The first seven years of my career will come to close, at the end of a school year that has been my toughest. Difficult in terms of administration and low morale in building, more so than anything else. I've questioned myself, my choices, my career. And now it's going to be over so soon, leaving me a bit reflective.
Then again, it can't be over soon enough. I'm a perfectionist who waits until everything is exactly as I think it "should be" before moving forward. So, I'm stalling on my workouts, because I don't like "when" I can go running or to the gym (i.e. in the afternoon). I'm ready for summer, and later work hours that I might workout at daybreak, as opposed to afterwards when I'm tired and overwhelmed. I don't want to wait 8 weeks to start, but I don't want to get up at 4:30am to make it happen. As you can see, we're back to where I started. Waiting till everything is "perfect" time-wise.
Thus, I've made a decision: over the next 40 work days, I will not force myself nor will I be bitter about "when" I can workout or the intensity. If all I can manage to do is walk two miles everyday or do 25 squats - so be it. No whining, no negative self talk - just doing what I can, when I can. It's only eight weeks, not the rest of my life, right?
Photos: 1. Yesterday, open space park 2. Intercoastal waterway, Topsail Island, NC in 2009. 3. Dumbarton Oaks, Georgetown D.C. in 2011 4. South Park Valley, CO balloon ride in 2010