Maybe it's time to stop making goals. Another week gone by without a run, and the prospect of achieving my revised mileage goal for the year seems like a pipe dream.
The dark nights have scared me away from trails during the week. The cold ground has scared me away from barefoot runs around the neighborhood. A desire to get back to playing my banjo more regularly, reading comics, watching football, visiting family and spending time with my wife have taken up my weekends. The excuses keep coming.
What is deeply troubling is a severe disinterest in taking good care of myself. Exercising? Meh. Eating well? Nah.
Some of you commented about my poor choice in eating McDonald's before my last run. Once upon a time, I swore off fast food altogether, but lately there's been some backsliding.
For the longest time, I've wanted to stop eating breaded, fried foods. Guess what I had for dinner? Fried chicken. It was delicious.
Each year, I come up with a to-do list. Goals and objectives for the coming year. It's what I call a "Betterment Plan." It encompasses heath, hobbies, finances and work. I've had some good successes with it over the past few years, but 2012 has been problematic all around the board.
My mileage goal was part of this plan. It's all but a certain failure. While there have been a couple successes, the majority of this year's action items are soon-to-be failures. It's disheartening.
How do you deal with diminishing returns? My spark has gone missing.