My new mantra:

I’m sure everyone has read my “Running” post, top to bottom, but I mentioned my favorite saying, which Tony Horton repeats in the original P90X workout series (on DVDs!! Yikes, how old am I?). “Do your best, forget the rest.”

I have developed this into my “mantra” for 2017. I have never had a mantra before, so this is very new for me and still weird. Last year was the first year I had a personal goal. I never wrote it down, and I only talked about it a few times, but I feel as though I had growth. This year, I have serious goals that I’ve written down and am (so far) clinging to. It’s only a few weeks into the year, but that’s still some progress.

Like I said in my “Running” post, I have some perfectionist tendencies (or control-freak issues, type-A personality, anything unflattering you can think of…ME). It’s very difficult for me to be open to change. As Queen Lorelai said, “As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.” Logically, I KNOW that life cannot go my way 100% of the time or even 5% of the time. If you have the ability to go with the flow, I cannot stress to you how much I wish I had a little tiny pinky toe nail’s worth of “go with the flow.” Do I seem desperate to you? I am. HAHA *insert maniacal laughter here* Anyway, I am saying this to let you know how much I need this mantra. I tend to be pretty tough on myself and everyone around me. I expect perfection. But, that’s not something ANYONE can measure up to. Now, you’re like, “Um, no kidding. I wasn’t under the impression you were perfect.” LOL Neither was I! Lol. But if something doesn’t happen the way I plan it to, I kind of have the tendency to go, “Well if I can’t do this the way I think it should be done, may as well pack it up and go home.” Which is the WRONG way to go through life.

In Phillipians, Paul talks to the church and tells them to be aware of the false teachings going on, because they will be turned from their goals, and the prize he is also trying to obtain: his home in heaven. “Not that I have already obtained it or have already become perfect, but I press on so that I may lay hold of that for which also I was laid hold of by Christ Jesus. Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

Paul had every reason to be held back by his past. As Saul, he killed Christians, persecuted the church, and did it all in the name of God. If he were applying my mindset, he would be like, “Welp, basically I shouldn’t even try. I’m done for.” NOT SO PEOPLE. 

SO not only am I applying this to my life spiritually, I’m taking this passage and applying it to my other goals as well. Basically, Tony is basically paraphrasing Paul. Do your best. Forget the rest. With everything in life.



All the feelings about running

So I used to hate running. Like, “Hate hate hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely,” kind of hate.

Me when I’m charting my running course (“The Grinch”)

My husband has been a runner as long as I’ve known him (since freshman year in college). And I’ve always been like, ha yeah, have fun with that. But in my upperclassman years, I took this class called “Figure Improvement” and Coach had us run EVERY. SINGLE. CLASS. Now, I think it was a MW class, so it was short, but for this girl (who swam in grades four through ten because “I don’t like people to see me sweat”) it was a lot of running. For one of our final classes, we had to run the two mile loop around campus UP the HILL. If you have been to WKU, you know about walking up the hill. And it’s brutal. Anyway, I’m going to be real, I couldn’t do the loop without stopping to walk. But I was in first place until the very end when three girls came out of nowhere and passed me. LIKE WHAT THE WHAT. Rude. But I kept running, and couldn’t help but feel like I could do it!

Then, I moved in with my (then fiancé, now husband’s) grandma a few months before we got married, he would come over and run with me after I would get off work a few days a week. That was in fall 2014, and we kind of fell off the wagon when we got married because it was a) December and not ideal running weather and b) I still thought I hated running then.

My husband ran a half-marathon this past April 2016 (13.1 miles). I went with him to cheer him on, and I saw all the people who were there to run, and unlike I thought, most of them didn’t look particularly fit like I imagined. They were an inspiration to me. “I could do this,” I thought. So then, this past summer, I started running semi-regularly. Like, in May, I ran 29.3 miles for the whole month (which is the most I’ve ever ran. Not a lot for some people, but a lot for me).

I’ve found that I really enjoy setting goals that I didn’t think I would surpass, and then finding I could. Running has been a stress reliever, and I enjoy time to myself to clear my mind. I have run while listening to Spotify, or podcasts, or sermons from other preachers/lessons I’ve missed. I track my miles using my Nike Running app, which seems to work fine for my purposes.

Then, in September, I thought I was going to beat my miles for May, but at the very end of the month I hurt my foot. So I haven’t run since then. I am such a perfectionist personality, sometimes I find myself feeling like, if I don’t do it perfectly, I’ve failed, and there’s no point to trying at all. Silly, I know. I try to remember Tony Horton’s mantra from P90X, which I personally feel should be everyone’s mantra at all times:

Do your best. Forget the rest.

Especially for perfectionist psychos like me who can forget that so easily. You can only do what you can do. So get out and do SOMETHING.