No Plan Is A Bad Plan

I got on the scale this morning. I’m down 101 pounds. 

The last time I was down to this weight was Tuesday, May 19^th 1992.  1992 was the year I ran the Skagit Flats Marathon. 1992 was the year I rode the Apple Cup Century Ride. 1992 I climbed Mt Pilchuck, 93 minutes up, 53 minutes down. Surprisingly, in spite of what my weight and fitness might indicate, 1992 wasn't a great year. I was driven, but for all the wrong reasons. Drive to achieve trumps drive to escape. As is typical, the road to escape rarely leads to where you want to be. It’s one thing to recognize a bad situation and make a deliberate change. It’s another to run without a plan or direction. In 1992, I simply ran. When I couldn't maintain the pace, I found escape through other avenues; mainly food.

No plan is a bad plan.

I have no desire to revisit 1992 or any other milestone in my life, good or bad. I firmly believe my best years are ahead of me. I no longer lament past glories and achievements as monuments of a life gone by. They are simply markers to measure current progress.

I have a plan.

My plan is body, soul and spirit. My plan is wife, family and friends. My plan is eat right, live right and selfish as it sounds, make time for me. Tomorrow my plan is to get up early and go running.

This is going to be a great year!