I know, 2 blogs in one day…but this just popped into my head as I was watching the Tour de France.
at 63, should I, could I even have dreams, and what should they be? Is that allowed.
Do I have any goals, any dream goals? Not really…is that odd or weird?
Yeah, sure another marathon would be nice, getting my ass back into triathlons?
sure, but a dream…right now?
Maybe, okay how about becoming a personal trainer? fit? maybe a spin class instructor?
you know what……? I’m pretty much where I want to be…..I can swim, bike and run, I’ve got my run clubs, things aren’t that bad…….I still have my dream job at the Running Room…..maybe just healthy, fit, and doin’ stuff…..lots of stuff….
family stuff too…….
Somedays I feel as if I’m living on a tight rope, sometimes easy to straddle, some days not so much….I do seem to spend way too much time on this couch in front of the TV (yah, new episode of Stranger Things is cool)….but, treading water…..hoping the stay above water and not drown….and am just worried about what’ll happen next?
A goal?……..pretty much where I am, but better.