Years ago, my friend Vicki and I had a one of those goofy rituals that unfortunately seem to be luxury of youth. I’m guessing it came about during AP European history class. I remember it being used in many situations, but there is a picture in my mind that won’t go away today. We were on the tennis courts. After chasing down a shot, Vicki dropped on the court feigning exhaustion, then jumped up energetically, and cried, “Renaissance! Rebirth!”
Why is that picture in my mind this morning? Marathon training has begun. I took two months off this year, and had some sort of delusion that I could just pick up where I left off. Oops. We had a time trial last night, and I went out at my usual pace. Let’s just say I didn’t finish at my usual pace.
I have a choice. I allow myself to get discouraged or I can see what I need to do and take appropriate corrective actions. I have the same issues in other parts of my life right now where I’m not exactly happy with my results. In each case, I have a choice. I can sit and complain or I can take corrective action.
I’m not happy with the status quo. It’s time to reset.