1: capable of being flexed | pliant
2: yielding to influence | tractable
3: characterized by a ready capability to adapt to new, different, or changing requirements.
Life is about flexibility, right? If you’re not flexible you can cause yourself an undue amount of stress. Stress leads to worry and worry leads to wrinkles. Can’t have that! I am not about wrinkles!
When I started this blog I was heartbroken over my break up with a man I thought was perfect. He wasn’t perfect. Still isn’t. It’s nice that I’ve come to realize that. I still think he’s a fine individual, but he is far from perfect. And he is definitely not perfect for me. I proclaimed at the time I wouldn’t date for a year. It seemed reasonable given the situation and my mental state, but that statement wasn’t flexible. And as we all know, I didn’t stick with that for any more than a hot second. I like men; their attention, their company, their . . . well, you know. I like men.
In keeping with my desire to be flexible I realize that I can’t put myself in a box. I don’t believe I’m looking for a relationship right now. In fact, I’m doing nothing towards that end. No concentrated effort. No effort at all, frankly. But I will quit saying what I am and am not doing. I will simply be flexible. Whatever happens will happen. I’m lucky enough to be spending my time with a couple of really nice guys who, as of last weekend, know about each other. While they don’t particularly like knowing there is another, they acknowledge our relationship is purely friendship and casual sex and for now, at least, they’re okay with it. They are flexible. It’s working for me.
With respect to my running, my flexibility was a little questionable. I ran a lot of races last year. By the end of the year I was exhausted and I proclaimed on my running blog (which, by the way, is going away because running is so intertwined and a part of my life I cannot separate the two worlds sufficiently for two blogs) that I was going to take it easy this year. Simple: 3 marathons and 1 ultra. Flexible? Meh. . . not really.
As of today, February 16, 2012 I have committed, and put my mind, body and spirit on notice, to run 5 marathons, 1 ultra, 1 half mary and 1 endurance Du (which equates to another half and 56 miles of bicycle riding which = L-O-V-E!). Oh, and two of the marathons are back to back – the Firecracker Double is what their calling it. If I survive two marathons in two days I will certainly finish my year strong with an ultra in California and my final marathon in Utah in November (Moab = L-O-V-E!).
I fretted about my original running plan for the year, and what it has actually become but I’m not sure why. Maybe I think it’s too much. But I don’t really. I’m up for the challenge and totally capable. Maybe I just like to fret periodically. That’s more likely the case. I love to run and can’t imagine being as excited about putting my money towards anything else. . . except possibly returning to Hawaii.
All things considered, however, I plan to find myself in Hawaii in December just like last year, only this time I’ll have my boys with me. My oldest will be on break from his first term of college (I can’t believe I just wrote that) and my youngest will be happy to get such concentrated time with his brother. Me? I’ll be happy to have accomplished my running goals, and will celebrate with the warmest of trade winds in the most perfect of spots. Celebrating my flexibility and a year worth living.