Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Finish line.



I am a perpetual starter of things. So many of which have been cast aside when I get distracted or bored, or just plain give up. I am the two-year old in love with a shiny new toy, my chubby little fist wrapped around it hard, my heart aflutter. Until something else flashier, sparklier with brighter lights comes along. And then I'm off.

The list of unfinished business is long:

Learning to ice skate
Learning to play the flute
Learning to read music
Writing a novel
Writing a novel
Writing a novel
Learning to REALLY cook
Gymnastics
Working out
Eating right
Working out
Eating right
Learning to REALLY swim
Learning to dance
Learning to REALLY speak Spanish

Heavens sake, I'm a dabbler. A dabbler who can't skate across the ice, do a cartwheel or the cha-cha.

And I'm tired of giving up. And I'm tired of having a skimming ability at life. I want to be deeper, better, more proficient forty-year old person. I want to be able to swim, damn it.

That's why I'm putting on my attractive compression socks this morning at 5:23am, slipping into my orthodic inserted running shoes and heading to the gym. 142 miles to go. 10 and a half weeks left. I have a head cold and have lost my voice and I don't care. I am finishing this and that is that.

I am saying my mantra for today: 3.3 miles and that is that.

4 comments:

  1. So I DO have a name. Dabbler. I just had one of those ah-ha moments. Seriously. I'm off to draft a blog now.

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  2. Keep up the hard work Geri! I am turning 40 in July as well. Don't think I can go 240 between now and July 5 but I am walking/running alongside you. (15 miles/week) You are doing great!!

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  3. @ Kim - I'm not alone! : )

    @ donna - so great that you're doing this too! so proud to be going alongside you...

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    blog hop!I hope you visit me and return
    the follow:0)

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