After work today, I have 5 days off. Nothing planned.
Usually, I go to races if I have time off. But, hotels near the race in New Orleans are going to $200 a night; so I became unmotivated. I could go to San Antonio, but I'd have to start by myself at 4 in the morning in order to survive a sun filled course. And for what? Just to say I finished another marathon?
I had originally thought I might try to do a Private Hundred Mile Run. But it is hot this week on the Gulf Coast; not the usual cloudiness, which helps alot with the heat. And I'm not in the mood to prove any thing to any one. Or say I did this or that. I know I will work out a bunch, but there is no measurements associated. And if I feel like sitting on a cushion with my eyes closed instead of exercising, I will.
What I know is I do love going. If I go outside, it won't be very fast. But strapping water on my back and just walking around is fine with me. I just don't want to measure it.
Tolle's "The Power of Now" will journey with me. A Course in Miracles will journey with me. Some fiction will journey with me.
Blessings of peace. Spiritual insight. These are wonderful gifts. I will have additional space for silence this week.