It is 8:15 p.m. Trinidad time, and I have had a very long, eventful day—and I’m tired. I started my day off at 6 a.m. to get in a little treadmill run at the hotel fitness center before leaving for our meeting. I knew I would have so much more energy and be more alert if I started my day off like that rather than sleeping in.
I don’t run on treadmills often (only when I’m in hotels), and so it takes me a few minutes to get used to it. I fiddle around with all the controls for the first five or ten minutes before I really get into my run, and today was no exception. But finally, I got the thing figured out and got about three miles in (counting the time I spent fiddling with controls). I really wanted to go 3 1/2 miles, but I didn’t know if I had time. The clock in the workout room was high on the wall to my right. I was clipping along at a pretty good pace and turned to check the time—and that’s the last thing I remember before being thrown to the “floor” of the treadmill, which by the way, continued to clip along at a good pace. I was quite discumboombolated, to say the least (I have no idea how to spell that word, but since I’m pretty sure that it’s not a word, I don’t think it matters). After finally being spit off the track of the relentless treadmill, I sprawled there on the floor in a daze—but only for a couple of seconds, because that is how long it took for my pride to kick in and remind me that if I didn’t hurry and get up someone might walk in and witness me on the floor beside the running treadmill and draw some unflattering conclusions. I had some pretty nasty “tread burns” (similar to carpet burn) on my hand, arm and knee, but all in all, I’m doing fine (and my pride is perfectly in tact).
I returned to my room, did a little stretching (doubly inspired to prevent soreness today) and got ready for a day of meetings. The meetings were incredible (as always) and lasted till about 5 p.m. Afterwards, we had dinner with a friend and just got back to our room minutes ago. I had yet to write a post today, and I will confess, I considered skipping tonight. BUT I AM NOT A QUITTER! And besides, I made this public 30-day challenge to post to the blog every day for the month of July. How embarrassing would it be to miss a day? I don’t want to find out. And so, to keep from breaking the chain—and to keep from embarrassing myself—I write. This public challenge thing is really quite effective!
Which leads me to a final thought before I go to bed. Be thinking about an area where you would like to challenge yourself. This is truly effective. I have decided that I am going to do it again next month (with a new and different challenge for myself). You’ve got a little over a week to come up with a good, quality challenge. We’ll start on August 1.