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I’m beginning the process of training for a 50 mile race. This involves a lot of running, but also a lot of reading. Somewhere along the line I picked up a principle from Scott Jurek stating that each day in a training period should have a purpose. No flailing. My current schedule is based on running time and peaks at 14 hours of running 3 weeks before my race which doesn’t include the 30 mins of hip and core work every other day to keep things together. My life is as busy as anyone’s so there’s no room to flail in there. Rest days are for letting the body heal from exercise and to let the mind relax from the sometimes obsessive focus of training. Long run days are for building an aerobic base and practicing my systems for a long day on the trail. One midweek run a week is dedicated to building strength and maximal aerobic capacity. And so on.
Having purpose in mind should apply everywhere in my life. As I drift onto the internet on a work day, asking what the purpose of that activity is quickly reveals the error or internal dishonesty as I try to justify it. What is the purpose of purchasing that widget? What is the purpose of ordering the grease ball? I’m not saying that these things aren’t sometimes justified. Widgets can improve your life, sometimes you just NEED a grease ball. But being mindful and weighing your motivations is always useful (until waffling sets in).
The purpose of this post is to state, to myself and the three people who happen across this blog every month, my acknowledgement of the role that purpose needs to play in my life. Now back to work.