Not a Care in the World

So, the pesky little ticker on the left side of this blog tells me that I am running veeeery low on time to prepare for the 3M Half Marathon in January.  (Go ahead and look.  I'll wait.  That's not a lot of time, right?)

I am both a perfectionist and a procrastinator, so in my world, I would prefer to do the perfect training schedule, in the perfect weather, with perfect form and amazing results.  But, guess what?  That's probably not going to happen.  Guess what else?  I realized yesterday that, regardless of these aspirational plans, I really just need to Get My Butt Out There.

So, Jack and I loaded up and Got Out There.  As I wrestled with all of my notions about being incredibly buff and making some ridiculous time in the race, I huffed and puffed with the jogging stroller around our neighborhood.  

And I decided this:  I've set this goal.  I am going to meet it.  I can, and I will.  It doesn't matter if it's perfect, because, you know what?  When I do it, that's "perfect enough."  So, I reminded myself to (expression that's jumped the shark alert) keep calm and carry on.

As I felt my spirits rising from making an awesome realization and good decision, I looked down to check on my passenger.  And this is what I saw:

He didn't have a care in the world.  It was a beautiful day.  He was outside.  He had already had some juice and taken his shoes off.  He giggled when his momma ran fast, because he liked the breeze and the bumps.  To him, it was perfect.  And guess what?  That made it perfect for me.

So, you know.  Here I go.

I guess you knew that all along?
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