After floundering around since my March half, I am starting to scratch the surface of my next goals. I tend to get carried away after giving birth or having an injury and make giant declarations, such as I'm going to run a marathon, an ultramarathon, and I'll be an Ironman in 2015. Whoa, girl. Settle.
When I sit back and think about it, I don't have time to shower every day. What makes me think that I would find time to do the training needed to successfully complete a marathon? I live in Flatlandia...where would I train for a trail ultra? And the year of the IM? 2015? A Kindergartner and a 3 year old.
So, how do I dream big but realistic? Sure, some people can look at that list and make it happen. I could to. And I would sacrifice a lot. There are other things I want to do. Finding balance is one of those things.
Don't get me wrong. This isn't to say that I won't make some crazy proclamation that I want to jump at next year's USATF Master's Championships (because how effin' cool would that be?!).
This is to say that my goals have shifted ever so slightly. The races are a wee bit shorter and the race schedule isn't quite as jam packed as it was the week after I had baby #2 (at that point I was going to take over the world).
I want to be fitter and faster. The fitter part is off to a better start than ever. I'm down almost 2 pounds in a week due to better FOOD choices (something that I know SO much about, but ignore...a lot). The faster part is finding a spot in my life too.
And then...what are my goals? I'll let you in on one. Set the treadmill at 7.0mph (8:37min/mile) and hang on for the whole mile.