I’m a planner. Like John “Hannibal” Smith, I love it when a plan comes together. I have a detailed Excel spreadsheet with race registrations and travel details from now until the Dopey Challenge in January.
So I shouldn’t be surprised to get this kind of email:
And yet, even though I am looking at some things in 2018, the very idea of a year ending in 18 freaks me out. Hell, I’m still having trouble writing 2017 on my checks.
I thought I was a planner but maybe I’m just amateur hour. That said, I guess Boston is less than a year away.
Time. It waits for no one. I’m feeling oddly overwhelmed ano running behind on everything… and this just adds to the imbalanced scales and skewed perspective.
One foot in front of the other. That’s all I can do; that’s all any of us can do.