Impossible is a typoRunning my pants off and loving myself along the way

Alas, if the only thing I had to combat was a crazy fictional Fat Girl that lives in my head, I might make it through OK. But I’ve been managing a super heavy schedule for the past couple months. I’ve been working with the new bright and shiny concept that if it’s important to you, you schedule, actually write it down in like a planner and stuff, and then, OMG, you do it. I know, it’s a crazy idea right? Actually doing what you say you are going to do when you say you are going to do it. It’s been a revelation.

I’ve had days where every hour is scheduled from 9am till 10pm. And yes, I’ve been a good girl and factored running in that day. But what happens if Mr. SmartyPants decides he’s going to grace us with a story of this childhood imaginary friend and a meeting that was supposed to be a half hour goes to a mind-numbing hour? I cut something from my day and the first thing I cut is running time. Those are days I feel like a orange as it stares down the squeezing machine at the juicing plant. Gulp.

So I’m going to try a new strategy for next week – Scheduling an hour for running and an hour for knitting (Yeah, that’s right I knit. Ain’t that quaint?). This way, if my life squeezes me, I can tease out extra time that won’t effect my running program.

Ah ha! Crazy Fat Girl AND Generalissimo Schedule Beaten!