Unmotivated would be a good word to start with. After what was as productive a day in months I awoke today uninspired by much of anything. Not depressed, unimpressed. Maybe I used up too much yesterday and today is just the flatness that sometimes remains. It happens. I imagine it’s better to acknowledge and move along than to dwell.

Despite appearances there’s always lulls and lacks of inspiration. I got to “race” a week and a half ago. Well, run. It was a good weekend of camaraderie but I only encountered 2 people on my running legs and both of them approached from the rear/right and blew right by me. Any attempt to race them was lost in an instant.

I spent a week trying to recover from the event and am getting there. I’m just not really focused on what’s next. We all need a carrot and today I don’t really have one.

I share all this because of all the Coronageddon constants, training and uncertainty have been the front runners. I know this will pass, it always does. It simply proves again how important attaching meaning to spoken goals is. What I mean is I set a couple goals back on my birthday but this morning those seem like NYE, midnight resolutions. “This will be the year I...blah blah blah.” Things spoken but clearly not cared for as they should be enough.

All of this may pass by lunch and I’ll be squeezing in something to get me mind right, but this morning there’s no fire. It’s important to recognize times like these. To position them against the last time you felt a lull like this. I’m not in need of attaboys, it’s simply the ebb and flow of life. I mostly never have this so it’s not the norm.

What I need is something just beyond reach. Good goals are achievable through elasticity. Through reaching beyond where we are today. Stretch a little each day. Just out there a little.

But this morning. I’ll just think about the next. Think about what I need to feel fulfilled. What has meaning and what stokes the coals.

I’ll have another cup of dark and another cup of coffee.

#hugsandhi5s