One of the concepts I've been working with lately is the idea of living a life with plenty of space. Temporal space. Physical space. Respectful space that allows other people to have their own life experience while protecting me from unwanted invaders in my life experience.
And, most importantly, the practice of patience to allow things to change or transition within the spaces I've created.
One of the areas of my life where I've been looking for a change is the frequency of my workouts. Life has thrown me quite a few curve balls, and I've pitched a few myself in the last 12 months. I dealt with this by taking time and discipline from my workout regime and placing it elsewhere in my life.
For the short term, that worked.
But now, as time goes on, I'm needing the emotional and physical stability that a regular workout schedule provides me. For the last month or so, I've been trying to get back into a more disciplined and regular work-out regime.
Turns out, trying is not the same as doing, and I was not making progress.
Rather than being disappointed with myself for failing to meet the goals I'd set (which is a traditional approach for me) and trying to motivate myself to change. I took a different approach.
I created space for my workouts:
-I joined a gym for the first time since 2006.
-And, I gave myself the time and space and permission to *just walk* instead of run if that's what feels good.
Somehow, without a struggle, in the space I created, I managed to log my first 30+ mile week in 2010 last week. Excellent!
Here's to more space!